fever dreams (2)?

I woke up this morning (with headache) from a complicated, visually detailed dream that included hang-gliding (someone else was doing that), a huge ox, my grandmother sitting in the back of a car and me trying to do laundry in the front of the car, airports, my bridesmaid's dress from last year, and some other things, I think. Oh yeah - Christmas with empty stockings. The hang-gliding and ox were impressive. My dream started out as a documentary on someone hang-gliding near the coast, full of mountains and streams and estuaries - very neat. I'm impressed with the visuals that my subconscious can create, since I can't create them when I'm awake. Then, it switched to a scene where a man was driving a cart, pulled by the biggest ox you could imagine. He kept poking the ox with a pitchfork, which looked like a toothpick compared to the size of the ox. The ox turned a sharp corner in the road, and got caught up in telephone or electric lines, which was ironic since the rest of the scene was very pastoral and appeared to be pre-industrial. The ox gave up and went into a barn or building or under some eaves or something, and rain water poured off the eaves. Then we were at the bank of a river, and an American Indian came up, but as he approached it turned out that it was a film, and the actor was an Indian Indian in the role of an American Indian, and it didn't look quite right. Then I woke up or the dream morphed into the grandmother/car/laundry/airport/Christmas stocking dream, which was a pretty frustrating dream. I was glad to wake up. I passed a large blue jeep yesterday with a license plate that said "Bloo Ox," which made me think of Paul Bunyan and Babe, and I think that must have been where the gigantic ox in my dream came from. It wasn't blue, though.