James Lee Jobe writes

in my dream i have somehow become a fast horse. and in this dream i gallop, trot, and prance. yes, that's right. actual prancing. it feels good to be a fast horse, in another dream i was a moose, and in still another i was a dog. there may not be an exact explanation, but there is this - it always feels pretty good. excellent. in this dream i am a fast horse, moving swiftly across a grassy prairie. the bright sunshine is warm and fine on my back, and when i awake i see the saddle and bridle waiting silently beside my bed. 

First Saddle -- Castro ART