Technicolor Dreams

I dream in color.  They're ringed with wispy blackness, though, like vintage portraits.  

Last night, my dream was about me mucking (literally) about in a barn.  Sweep, shovel, fill the water troughs, feed --- you get the picture.

At one point, I looked down at my feet and realized I hadn't been wearing barn boots, but some Old Gringo boots I've been coveting:

"DADDY!  THESE AREN'T MY BARN BOOTS!  I CAN'T WEAR THESE FOR THIS!"

Calm as he always was, he said, "Go look on my desk --- there's a list there for you."

I was supposed to name all the horses!  How many there were, or what any of the names were, I cannot tell you.  The dream ended.  Don't you hate it when that happens?