Last night I dreamt I had a beautiful black stallion I was leading around from my vehicle. I wasn't riding him so much as using my wheels to match his pace. But then I got lost and confused and worried about the horse's safety after navigating a particularly troubling intersection so I pulled him aside to have a talk .
"I'm lost!" I said. "I'm so sorry."
"That's okay," he said. "But you've been running me pretty hard. I mean, I'm a race horse and all, I can handle a lot, but this IS a really tough pace you know."
I apologized. "I know, I can see that. I'm inexperienced," I explained, citing why I didn't notice horse cues of overdoing it earlier, like his sweaty, glistening flanks.
"Can I make you a bed here?" I asked, patting the back of the camper. "We have a ways to go. Maybe you can lie down so you don't have to keep running while I'm lost & still trying to find my way."
"That would be nice," he said. I worried he'd refuse but he accepted and I ran around pulling together couch cushions and blankets to make him the softest bed I could muster.
Go easy, was the message. Easy, there.