ou know that feeling when you play a game way too much and it somehow leaks into your dreams?
Yeah… that happened to me.

Except instead of normal dream stuff like flying or meeting celebrities, my brain decided to throw me into a full-blown Crazy Cattle 3D level — complete with floating fences, rolling barrels, and about fifty very confused sheep.

It was the most chaotic, hilarious, and weirdly emotional dream I’ve ever had.

The Dream Begins

It started normal enough.
I was standing in an open field, sun shining, birds singing — that kind of peaceful countryside vibe.

Then I heard it.
That familiar “baaa” sound.

I turned around and there they were — my sheep.
Dozens of them. All staring at me like I was supposed to know what to do.

And that’s when I realized…
I was inside Crazy Cattle 3D.

My first thought?
“Oh no. I’m not ready for this.”

The First Stampede

Before I could even move, the sheep took off — full speed ahead.

I tried to control them, waving my arms like some confused shepherd-dancer hybrid. But they didn’t care.
They ran straight into a fence, bounced off, and scattered in every direction.

I started yelling, “No, no, no, the finish line is that way!”
But it was useless.
One sheep was climbing a tree. Another was spinning in circles. Two of them somehow invented synchronized backflips.

Meanwhile, barrels started rolling down from the hills, like the universe had decided to test my patience.

It was exactly like the game — pure, glorious chaos.

Enter: The Talking Sheep

Then it got even weirder.

One of the sheep turned around and talked.
Like, actual words.

It said, “You should’ve seen that coming.”

Excuse me?
Since when do sheep have sarcasm?

I was too shocked to reply, so it just winked at me (yes, winked) and said,
“Maybe next time, don’t play until 2 a.m.”

Dream logic, I guess.

The Infinite Field of Fences

At some point, the field started changing.

The ground stretched on forever, like an endless level — fences, barrels, ramps, and glittering power-ups as far as I could see.

Everywhere I looked, sheep were doing ridiculous things.
One was flying.
Another was breakdancing.
A whole group formed a sheep pyramid that immediately collapsed.

I laughed so hard I could barely breathe — in my dream.

That’s when it hit me:
This wasn’t just a dream.
This was my brain trying to process all the chaos I’d been feeding it all week.

The Great Sheep Council ??

Suddenly, everything stopped.

The sky turned pink. The music faded.
And all my sheep gathered in a perfect circle around me.

Then one stepped forward — the biggest, fluffiest one I’d ever seen — and said, in the deepest voice possible:
“Player. You have failed us… spectacularly.”

I panicked. “Wait! I can explain!”

But the sheep just nodded solemnly.
“Your herding skills are questionable. But your dedication… impressive.”

Was I… getting a pep talk from a sheep?

It continued, “You have learned patience, chaos, and the art of not giving up. For this, you are now… The Chosen Shepherd.”

The other sheep cheered. Confetti fell from the sky.
And a giant “LEVEL UP” sign appeared behind me.

I kid you not — my dream had its own UI.

The Final Challenge

Of course, no dream ceremony is complete without one last test.

The Sheep King said,
“To ascend, you must guide us through the Gauntlet of Fences.”

I looked ahead. The field transformed again — this time into an obstacle course so ridiculous it could’ve been designed by a caffeinated game developer.

Flaming hoops. Flying barrels.
One section literally had sheep riding skateboards.

I took a deep breath. “Alright, let’s do this.”