I always have these weird dreams...or, well, half-awake dreams, I guess. My most recent one was probably one of the tame ones, although it is starting to become a reacurring dream. Last night was the fourth time I've had it. It went a little bit like this...

As in most of my dreams, I was living without my family. It was just me, and four friends. Three of these friends were pigeons, and the other was a Pegasus. I looked like Simba as a cub from the Lion King, but I had wings. We all lived on a hill...it was a big hill, but not big enough to be a mountain. Our camp was grassy, and was at the bottom of a canyon-like depression at the top of the hill. It was rocky, and there were stone bridges above us leading to no where in particular. One day, a crazed horse (which was ten times bigger than all of us) drawing an old 1800's style carriage behind it. We threw boulders at it to block its path, and it only laughed at us. He said something, but I can never make out what it was even though he was practically yelling at me through the wall of stone.

After that, my friends and I are way up high in a next. The nest is big enough for all of us, but for some reason my mind never lets me bring my friends into the nest; they just sit on the edge of it. My pigeon friends are all tied, respectively, to the nest, and are in between my baby-sized pegasus friend(who is also tied, but not to the nest for some reason) and another winged, gargoyle like person who I don't know. I am not tied like the others. I pick up the vines that tie the pigeons down, then wave it around lightly a few times before dropping it. Then I begin to argue with the pegasus. Then I fall through the nest.

And I wake up.

Any interpretations? Because I have diddly-squat when it comes to this one.