At the beginning of the year 2012, I had a short dream, for it was only a scene, a picture, really. It was of two long horned rams. They were at peace grazing on a grassy hillside, but mostly looking around. On the highest portion they had yet to reach, the one who stood higher had a chain around his neck. Pressed against his neck was a ball and chain (like prisoners used to use to keep ‘m in place) then dangling from that was a smooth orange-rusty-red river rock. The burdened ram was attached loosely to the other by a rope that didn’t seem to way the other down too much. Both seemed content and healthy though.