I love waking up to new snow on the ground. Every time I move my eyes it feels like someone is stabbing my temples. Last night's dream: Me and a few other people (I don't remember) are swimming in a lake. The lake turns into a big field of tall grass, and we are all standing at the edge of it, leaning on a fence. Past the fence, there is a shack-type house, about 100 feet away. Further up the hill there is a barn. We can see cows and bulls roaming around up there. We're saying things like, "I wouldn't want to live there, it's so small." Then, we notice a cow is running around in the pen. A bull is chasing it. We all start laughing because we're pretty sure we've never seen a cow run before. The cow breaks out, followed by the bull, and they are coming towards us. I don't see where the cow went but the bull is now charging us. I don't move fast enough. I am amazed at how huge this thing is. Giant horns. Hazel eyes. My friends(?) are gone. They've run to the other side of the field. I start running, but the bull scoops me up underneath my arms with his horns. I go flying into the air, and as I'm coming back down, he kicks his legs back and they slam into my chest. I'm now laying with my head on the ground. I know I'm hurt but I don't really feel it. I say, "Do you really have to hurt me?" The bull comes closer to my face, and breathes on my neck. He licks my cheek. I smile. Then, he moves back a ways, and starts digging into the ground with his hooves. "Okay. I'm going to let you do this, but no more after this one," I say. The bull comes charging back, stabs his horns into my shoulders, and flings me up into the air again. I land with a thud on the ground, and I'm surrounded by my blood. I'm about to die. I ask, "Why are you doing this? I don't want to hurt you." Apparently the bull can talk, because he says, "I'm sorry. It's just what I do." And I wake up.