I had a dream last night where I was standing at the head of a long, winding river and as far you could see there were tiny moose and deer grazing and drinking. I started to massage the head of the creature closest to me.
After some time we decided to leave (I did not know the person I was with) the moose started to follow us into traffic and a large truck swerved to avoid hitting her. By now we were on top of a small hill and we could see a determined horse herding the moose back to the tree-lined river. The horse must be the master of the wood. The moose kept coming and she was almost hit a couple of more times by cars and busses, but the horse managed to convince the moose to go home.