This truly beautiful woman leads you by the reins and out into the field. It looks a little like the one in your dream, but not quiet as nice. In reality it is quiet lush and the grass looks tasty enough, but there are some brown patches. You decide to go along with this sorceress for now. Perhaps if you're cooperative she'll change you back. Conversely you'll be better able to outwit her if she trusts you. You listen to her hum an odd tune, you feel as though you've heard before, but can't quite place. She stops and addresses you.
"Now what was your name?" she asks with a sly smile. You feel slight frustration, she knows you can't answer. She laughs a laughs. "No, I don't suppose you'd tell me. I'll call you....Ripp, from the story Rip Van Winkle. Appropriate, hmmm?" she asks. You have to agree, though you're not sure you know the story. She lets you run for most of the day. You're surprised both by how easy it is for you to gallop in this form, and how good it feels. You get so caught up in the moment that you find that sometimes all four of your feet leave the ground. When you tire, she calls you to her.
"There now, wasn't that nice? Now let's get you in the stall, fed, brushed and etc." she says. You feel as though she trusts you, which plays right into your hands. Sooner or later, she'll either take kindness on you or you'll outsmart her. Either way, you think she won't be calling me 'Ripp'. Then it strikes you...you can't remember your real name. You try as hard as you can, but all that comes to your mind is "Ripp". The woman smiles at you as you try. She closes and latches your stall.
"Oh, yes." she says as if an afterthought "The 'Easy Way' will make you slowly forget that you were ever human, and once that happens you'll be a horse forever. Should I have mentioned that?" she says and laughs as she leaves. You now know that whatever you do, it had better be soon.