I don’t know why nightmares have been plaguing me lately. A while back, Holstein cows were flying at me thanks to a southwest Minnesota twister. Early this morning, it was a cowboy dangling, then falling,Â from a rodeo bull that shook me from my slumber.
The common theme seems to be out-of-contr0l animals and me being forced to watch them. I have absolutely no idea what this means, but I’m ready for a nice dream about fluffy kittens or pretty little pooches.
I like rodeos, or at least I like to watch cowboys compete in bull riding. There’s just something about a guy in a cowboy hat and boots, but enough about that.
Nightmares seem to draw out the strange and completely unbelievable thoughts that apparently are wasting space in my mind. The reason this rodeo clip woke me with a start is thatÂ a giantÂ Limousin bull was hoisted high above the crowd with the cowboy – apparently celebrating his victory -Â waving to the people far below and acting as a daredevil as he hung from the bull’s horns.
Needless to say the cowboy, in one of his stunts in which he wrapped his legs around the bulls horns and hung upside-down, slipped and plummeted head first toward the sandy rodeo ring.
My nightmare kindly (sarcasm) included the fall in slow motion … from several different angles. Fortunately, I never saw the cowboy actually hit the ground because I awoke in a panic. There’s no going back to sleep after watching something like that.
And, well, I’mÂ pretty sureÂ I won’t be watching any rodeos – not even on TV – for at least a little while.