In, I think, a much longer dream which I cannot recall all of. I was dressed in full cowgirl dress of a light color and a buck skin jacket with fringe on the bottom and trimmed in lovely bright shinny bead work, traditional to the American Southwest Indians. Also, a cowboy style hat. (I think of old black and white movies starring Dale Evans, and Roy Rogers, and particularly, how attractive she was in the theater posters which were in color. )
Some how I had a contract for a T.V. cowboy program. That for some reason I felt I had keep secret from my father. He doesn't suspect me of any such arraignment because I would never in his opinion, be so un-lady like as to romp with cowboys, fight or ride a wild horse. Dr. Phil was there dressed in business suit and black Texas cowboy hat. (He was a producer more than a doctor of any kind.) He kept trying to get me to go on a black stallion. Finally, I consented. The horse was very restless and I had to tie a rope around my waist and to the saddle to stay on. I complained the scene would not photograph well, as this was too distressing. He insisted I go on as the script required as we had a schedule to meet. He was very persuasive and seemed to have a superior understanding of what was to happen next. For technical reasons, the scene was to be filmed in reverse order. I was to swing across a river to an island where the stallion was in a barn and get on it there.
I was to put a toothpick in the horse's mouth and a wooden plug in his right ear when I completed the scene, at the end point, which when shown was to be the start point. This action was to guide the film editor where to cut and would not show in the final version. I protested this was too confusing, but Dr. Phil assured me it would come out right in the end.
However I was afraid the horse would bite me and I had on a pair of gloves. When I found out what I had to do I wanted to refuse, but told Dr. Phil I would rather do the fight scene with the two bad guys next in the script. He said it too late to do that. So I decided to ride the stallion, the two bad guys actors belonging to the next scene were there and helped me calm the horse. Then when I was midstream, the rapidly moving river nearly swept me off. I kept trying to hold on to it. I Finally made to the other side, where additional film crew people were shooting from there. My cowgirl costume was destroyed. I asked for someone to help to dry the tired and frightened horse. |
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