I was watching horses running in the streets. It was a the time of the advent of cars and people who were buying them were letting their horses go so many of them were just running wild. There was a small brown one in particular that had caught my attention so I started following it. I was making weird little noises that would somewhat spook the horse. I followed it to a large desert-like open area, across the street from a row of houses. I made a final noise the horse turned around and made a cross naying sound as if iritated by me taunting it. Then, someone from across the street shouted at me to stop teasing the horse.