It was dreaming time….early pre-dawn hours in my bed in my cabin on the mountain.

I so seldom remember my dreams, but this one was intense, real, and in ten years I have not forgotten it.

Claustrophobia! That is the first thing I felt! Lying on the ground in fetal position, almost as though my hands and legs were hog tied, but they weren’t. The ground was sandy, gravelly dirt, and there was a lot of activity going on around me. People and horses; people leading horses, riding horses, horses in corrals and tied to trailers. A scene one might see at a horse show or clinic. A very familiar scene to me. I was there on the ground , trying to get up, but couldn’t. It was like my whole body was made of lead and I couldn’t get it off the ground no matter how hard I tried. Evidently I was not visible to the players moving around me because nobody so much as glanced my way.

Gradually I began to wake up, slowly moving through the veils of mist from the Dreamtime into wakefulness. Snuggling down into the pillows for a little more coziness my barely conscious thoughts immediately went to the hazy place I had so recently left. The dream had left me with thoughts of the heaviness and some tension.

”What in the world could THAT have been about ?” I asked myself. Scanning my memory of the day before, I couldn’t recall anything that might have sparked such an odd, dark dream.

BAM! CRASH! I sat up n the bed, startled out of my sleepy thoughts. BAM! Crash! There it was again and it was coming from the horse pasture. I leaped out of bed and dragged on pants and boots as I was heading for the door. Thank goodness there was a little pre-dawn light, since my flashlight was dead.

“The run-in shelter for the horses was the only thing I could imagine making that kind of noise, so I ran straight to it, and sure enough, there was the answer, to the noise and the cause of my dream!

Chapon, my beautiful Appaloosa/Trakehner gelding, was lying on his side, his legs curled up much like fetal position and he was right up against the wall of the shed and facing it. He couldn’t get his legs out in front of himself enough to get up off the ground. Great! Chapon was not a little horse, and I was going to have to drag him away from that wall so he would be able to get up. There was nobody around that time of the morning, so I was going to have to do it myself. Its amazing what one can do when it is absolutely necessary! I grabbed his front leg that was closest to me and started pulling. He yanked it back and I almost wound up in the metal wall with a hoof in my stomach. I tried it again, this time ready for the reaction to my action! It wasn’t fun, and it wasn’t easy, but with each pull Chapon would struggle and eventually the two of us got him far enough away from the wall that he could get up.

He must have been there for quite a while, because he was colicky and dehydrated. In between small drinks at the water tank and lots of walking to relax and ease his colicky belly, Chapon and I watched the sun come up over the mountain. We also had a long discussion about how, and where, to lie down !

We were both lucky that he knew how to find me when he heeded me.

I was very grateful to have received his call for help.