I didn't want to post this, really, but I thought it was pretty neat anyway.

Last night, the night before the Kentucky Derby, I had a dream about it. I was going to be a jockey, last minute stuff, and I had to ride Eight Belles (the filly). I didn't know a lot about riding a horse (and really, I don't, rofl) but I wasn't nervous. When we were bringing the horses up to the gate, everyone was cheering for me and Eight, saying, "You're going to win it! I just know it!" Then the gates were up, and we ran out, and we were ahead of everyone for the longest time, but then something started to go wrong, and we were passed. Before I knew it we went down after the finish line, and the race was over. We came in second place, but Eight wound up falling. I didn't know the consequence of her injuries--turns out she was put down... broke both of her front ankles--in my dream, but I had this incredible feeling that it wasn't good. I woke up before I could find out what happened to her, but I knew that it just wasn't good at all.

I'm not a Derby fan, even though I live in KY, I think it's wrong to bet on horses and watch them run (and die) for money and amusement. But, I still found my dream interesting. (There was, of course, more too it, but it was random things, dream things, nothing sensible. There was a bit about cake and bicycles, once...)

Too bad I didn't see who won, right?

edit; I'd have actually posted it before the Derby, but I haven't really learned to trust my first instincts yet. ): That's horribly sad.

Nice.

did ya heer in the news of a fallen hourse or something?
theres usually a person interviewing the derbie

No, I had the dream before the Derby was on, if that's what your asking. I dreamed it twelve hours before it happened, I had no way of hearing about a fallen horse or a jockey's interview ahead of time. Like I said, I'm not a Derby fan, I don't like to surround myself with anything Derby related...

So what wound up happening IRL?

Edited: OH. A quick google turned up this:

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/05/06/sports/o...ref=othersports

Oh my. Next time you NEED to post this prior!!! VERY cool!

I definitely will end up posting a dream of this nature right after I have it, next time. But, knowing the way life works out, nothing would happen.
It happens once in a blue moon, but maybe it'll happen again soon and it won't seem so suspicious--because I'm sure there are plenty out there saying, "Yeah, whatever". xD Rofl, everyone I told so far looks at me with a skeptical face, but I'm not one to lie about things like that. *Shrug* OHWELL. I'll totally post next time, if I suspect the dream has any correlation with real life.

OMG!
i saw the news this morning and it talked about the derby, and there was a hourse that broke its front legs comming in to the finish line and died, when i saw that i almost burst out laughing, not because it was funny, but i thought of this thread and then how well it mached our discription

Yes, that's why this is significant. If you read the name of the horse, it is the same that Ebonykrow dreamt about. Read my first post. I added a link. The Kentucky Derby people are quite devastated by this.

Ebony, try meditating at night. It takes some practice. I am a "dreamer" too, only usually it is insignificant bits.

I do. (: Usually when I have problems, or have a personal conflict that needs resolving, I ask for answers in my dreams. Usually I get them, sometimes I don't, and sometimes I just don't dream at all. Most of the time I don't try to force those sorts of things on me, because I usually end up going into a state of sleep paralysis when I ask for answers, etc, in a dream--SP only happens when the dream is particularly helpful. (My friend once had a problem with seeing a black dog when she was younger, and she always felt a certain connection to that moment. I told her I would dream for her--she didn't feel comfortable looking for that answer on her own--and I was happy to do so for her. I dreamed about going into a dark forest with my spirit guide, and we came upon a path. Soldiers were walking by with their rifles on their shoulder. They passed us, and in a shaft of moonlight stood a really shaggy dog, and he came up to us. He said, "Don't tell anyone," and turned into a soldier and followed the others. I told it to her, and she said she had an uncle in Iraq. I... didn't really hear anything from her sense then. She started having problems at home, and then she just stopped getting on the computer all together. Anyway, it's that sort of dream that causes me to SP when I wake up, and the disorientation causes me to hallucinate, and I don't really like it, so I don't do it much. XD)