Buck Field Inn

I have a lot of different dreams every night. I very rarely have a dream that continues from one day to the next. When I do, those are the worst dreams, why, because somebody either ends up dying. I hate them because if it is one of those dreams, and I wake up, the dream will “rewind” back a few minutes next time I fall asleep and I’ll have to relive the part that made me wake up in the first part. I had a dream once about horse racing saddles falling on my friend and dying. It was so odd, but it took for it to do the rewind to see why it was that. We were at a barn, and there were saddles everywhere, so it made sense. Still odd, but it made sense after I realized we were in a barn.