Presumably because I have been re-reading the Harry Potter books, I dreamt that my dog could fly. I could ride the flying dog if I followed protocol similar to that required to ride a hippogriff, with the bowing and all that. So my dog and I flew a lap around the house and landed. There was suddenly a rack of...flying dog tack, for lack of a better term. I put something on the dog that was basically a halter made out of two leashes for reins and a band that would go around his nose. We flew another lap. I saw my mother approaching and quickly removed the halter. I think I thought she would be mad if she knew I'd used it. Instead, she yelled at me for flying without it.

Upon waking at this time, I had the distinct impression that the leash halter had been silvery, but in the dream, it was bright red. Apparently I subconciously don't know my colors.