Horsepoodle and pee

I’ve bought a large, brown horse that can talk. I’m riding it back home after purchasing it. It’s a 6 mile ride.

The horse tells me about its greatest fear: cars. I hope no cars will pass as we’re riding along the side of the road. But of course, cars do pass.

Every time a car passes by, the horse tells me to step down. When I do, it turns into a small, white and nervous poodle dog. It barks and howls frenetically while running scared around me. When it’s done, the horse becomes a horse again and I can ride it.

We end up at a ranch or farm of some sort. I think I’m related to the old woman living there, but I can’t say for sure. I want to use the bathroom, and the woman tells me where to find it. It’s a worn down cabin with broken glass in the windows and excrements on the floor.

I walk over to a sink. The sink is built like a buffet, only it’s laying on its back with the drawers pointing upwards. Also, the drawers are not pulled out of the buffet, but rather shuffled sideways. When a drawer is shuffled, the others shrink in size to make room for whatever you put into it. It’s crazy. Anyway, this is where I’m supposed to pee.

I start to pee into the drawer, and instantly I get a shower of my own piss all over me. I look up, and find that there’s an intricate tube system fixed to the buffet. I realise I’ve chosen the wrong drawer to take a leak in, so I shuffle the drawers, while still peeing, so that I can find the right one. The drawer I’m supposed to piss in apperars, and it’s got a hole in the bottom. Through the hole I can see the old woman; she’s in the basement below. She’s ironing. She tells me I did a good job.

I find all of this kind of weird and amusing and I start to giggle, and then I wake up.