sleep, sleep

Last night I dreamt that a well-meaning friend gave me her nine horses (started out as nine animals) to help me cope with the recent matter of Sylvia but the horses had to be returned to her or to the vet by such and such time the next day. I was touched but, really, what an unsolicited and inconvenient gift. From dream to dream there was the recurring theme of trying to see how I could get out of this and if it had really happened. Of course now I can't remember the other dreams. I know one featured Hall and Oates doing a sitcom where they were proving they weren't gay.