Early this morning I had a very vivid dream.
I dreamt I was driving the minivan with Juanita down in Longmont, about an hours drive from here. I stopped at a stop sign and looked out the window and saw Jesse and Washoe standing in the road right next to me. I cussed and tried to figure out how I was going to get those stupid horses back up the mountain in a stupid minivan.
It woke me up.
I rolled over and went back to sleep 'cause it was only 4:am.
When I did finally drag my rear out of bed, I looked out the upstairs hallway window and saw Jesse and Washoe wandering around the neighbors front yard. Ranger was still standing in the pen where they all belonged (he no longer goes through gates uninvited).
After we caught the pair and put them back in the pen, our neighbor told us the grays had been running around, bucking and kicking and generally having a great time on the "wrong side" of the fence, but not causing any problems. She said they were having so much fun, she just couldn't "rat them out".
At least I didn't need to get them in the stupid minivan.