Two nights ago, I dreamt that I was petting and later learning to ride a horse. I had had limited experience riding a horse, and only knew how to walk the horse using a Western saddle. In this dream, I learned how to trot and gallop. It was a good horse. I got it to listen to all of my instructions and it wasn't temperamental. In other words, I think we had bonded well. When I went to put it back in its stable, it turned into a tiger and tried to kill me. Fortunately, it didn't, and I found a way to trap it in the stable.

This dream is easy to analyze when I take into consideration that I had multiple pulmonary embolisms (or blood clots) in both lungs about a month ago. If my husband hadn't been home to call 911, I'm not sure I would still be here today. Considering that my own blood tried to kill me last month, I think my subconscious mind is telling me that my body turned on me unexpectedly, and I'm still anxious about it.