Last night I dreamed I was walking with an ex-friend who has horses. We were walking with one of her horses that she was taking to the slaughterhouse. Or rather we were meeting someone who would transport the horse there, while it walked along with us like a pet. It was emaciated, every bone on its body was outlined.
We met the man who had a station wagon with horses inside. On the passenger side he picked up her horse and put it inside the car, fastening him down on his back with a belt which he buckled.
I reached in the opening in the back as there was no window. I wanted to pet the horse and say goodbye. The horse put his hoof in my hand. It was frightened and upset, begging me for help. I unbuckled the leather belt, lifted the horse out and set him down to free him.
My ex-friend said, "Why did you do that? We can't be friends anymore." She turns her back to walk away.
I say, "What does he eat?"
She says, "Grain. I feed him a handful but he doesn't eat."