Heroes and Nightgowns

You were in my dream. There was a farm, and the stable was overcrowded and filthy. I was walking down a narrow aisle between the rows of stalls, and there you were. In tight jeans and a tucked in shirt, leading a horse to safety. Your lopsided grin when you saw me was full of something wonderful. The rest of the dream...the squalid conditions, the awful smell, the sadness for the animals I felt, it went up in a puff when I saw that smile.

In last night's dream, I was in class. In a nightgown. Not a sexy nightgown, by the way, but this long country cotton shift with ruffles and little delicate buttons. 

I understand the first dream. My subconscious still considers you my hero, and I'd been watching animal cops houston before going to bed. 

But I really have no idea on the second one.