I Dreamt A Horse Pooped In My Living Room
PS-You Should Keep A Dream Journal
Recently, I dreamt a horse trotted into my living room, took a HUGE dump, and casually trotted out—like I was just another stop on its mail route.
In the dream, I was equally confused and annoyed, mostly wondering how I'd clean it up.
I woke up relieved—thankfully, my diaper-changing days are over, and dealing with horse-sized piles isn't in my job description anymore!
Curious, I shared the dream with my 10-year-old, who found it hilarious. “What do you think it means?” he asked.
Naturally, I did what any confused dreamer would do—I Googled it.
To my surprise, there were tons of interpretations for "horse poop in the house."
Turns out, horse poop is a symbol of financial abundance! Phew! That’s definitely better than a car crash prediction.
The rabbit hole got deeper as I found that all kinds of animal poop have symbolic meanings.
Here’s a quick rundown:
Dog Poop: Loyalty issues.
Cat Poop: Independence.
Bird Poop: Good luck.
Cow Poop: Financial gain.
Snake Poop: Transformation.
Elephant Poop: Releasing burdens.
Fish Poop: Emotional release.
Rabbit Poop: Creativity.
Bear Poop: Strength.
There were links for people poop too but I decided to stop there. But hey if you have a few extra minutes—have at it:)
Why Keep a Dream Journal?
Dreams are like trying to catch a Wi-Fi signal in a basement—strong for a second, then gone when you need it most.
For this reason I have a dream journal next to my bed to write my dreams down as soon as I wake up.
Don’t worry I also have a plan B—the notes app in my iPhone if I can’t jump out of bed as soon as I wake up.
This horse poop dream went into my notes app and then slowly out of my mind.
Then it came back full circle.
A couple of weeks later my husband walked into the living room (yes, the same dream poop room) and relayed news that an investment we had made earlier this year was going to pay off!
Not enough for early retirement, but enough to cover our household expenses for a year.
This has felt like divine timing, especially since I recently quit my corporate job with no backup plan. I had been harboring a lot of nervousness over my bold decision.
Who would have known seeing a horse poop would have been my window into some comfort that things would be okay.
This whole experience reinforced just how insightful dreams can be.
By recording your dreams, you’re not just documenting weird stories—you’re tuning into your subconscious mind.
The subconscious mind is an information storehouse and our gateway to higher information. The universe (or God) has a way of communicating to us through our sleep because that is when our logical mind is out of the way and at rest so it’s easier to get through.
A dream journal is a tool we can leverage for self-discovery, decision-making, and even finding clarity in life’s chaos.
Psychic Dreams
My dream journal is full of strange scenarios and people I haven’t seen in years.
My dreams rarely make sense when I first wake up but often times they give me an aha moment when I revisit the journal and dig into the meanings further.
Deciphering dreams can be a bit like playing Pictionary. You have to make sense of the images and people that come into the scenes.
If I see someone enter that I haven’t seen in a couple decades or barely know—I instantly look up the meaning of their name. Often the name meaning directs me to what the hidden message is.
Keeping a dream journal isn’t just for fun—sometimes, it taps into deeper, almost prophetic insights.
Now let’s talk psychic dreams.
Psychic dreams run in my family. My grandmother, mother, and aunts have all had uncanny dreams of life events before they actually happened.
I have had a few instances myself.
But a notable example of a psychic dream is one that my aunt saw that was relating to me.
Here’s the scene—my aunt calls me up concerned and tells me she has had a disturbing dream about me and that I need to give some sadka.
In Pakistani culture, sadka is the act of giving money to the poor and often times it is given intentionally to ward off negative energy coming your way.
Bad dreams warrant an immediate act of sadka—in a sense you are trying to make a pact with God to shift any unpleasantries headed your way.
I believed in the concept of giving money to the poor for the sake of giving it to less fortunate but didn’t believe that it could ward off bad luck.
But she sounded serious in her warnings I decided I might as well error on the side of caution—sadka was given.
My aunt did not want to tell me the details of the dream and kept saying be careful.
Telling someone to be careful is too vague—I needed more.
So I pestered her enough and she finally caved and told me.
“I saw you burying a child.”
Not something I expected or wanted to hear.
Here I am about 6 months pregnant with a girl and already have a 2 year old son.
I instantly feel a pang of caution towards my son.
I’m not usually a helicopter parent, but for the next few weeks, I was practically flying an Apache.
We skipped the big slides, stuck to turtle speed, and avoided puddles like they were quicksand. If “bubble wrap parenting” was a real job, I would’ve gotten a promotion.
A few weeks out and I threw caution to the wind and decided to just disregard the whole thing—not every dream is accurate, right?
Besides I had already given sadka for it.
Not too long after my grandmother calls me asking how things are going.
My grandmother used to call me frequently so this was not unusual— but she ends up telling me that she had a dream about me.
(here we go again)
I listen and she proceeds to tell me, “I had a dream in which I saw you had two daughters. One looks a lot like your son, but I couldn’t see the face of the other one. It was hidden.”
Ahh I feel a little relieved— I guess this means I will eventually have two daughters.
That sounded good to me!
We would see what they both looked like when they were born.
Fast forward a few weeks and I lose my daughter in my 8th month of pregnancy.
Six days later I am carrying the tiniest coffin across a cemetery lawn and lowering it into the ground to bury her.
(I have written about the experience of the passing here).
I guess my grandmother was never going to see her face.
Twelve years have passed since that experience— I do have another healthy daughter that I am very grateful for.
Final Thoughts
Albeit, there is nothing I could have done to change my fortune knowing my aunts dream—it further makes the case for the exchange of information coming through our dreams.
There is information from the other side relayed to us constantly and dreams are an easy medium for that.
Sometimes we will get messages that things are going to be okay and sometimes we will be braced for extreme heartbreak.
Dreams are messengers and guides to our deepest emotions—use them as tools for insight.
So, grab a notebook, jot down your dreams while you can still remember them.
You never know what kind of valuable insight you can gain to help you along on this journey called life.
the title made me come running to read this 🏃♀️
I never pay too much attention to my dreams (I hardly ever remember them) - but what a neat idea to write them down and try to decipher. will try that out!