A couple dream logs

2 nights ago I had a dream that I had a flight to take to go home. I had to go downtown to get a folder of information with my plane ticket and passport in order to get on the plane. It was a new set of rules that was put in place because of the terrorists. When I got to the airport I was placed in a line and everyone was divided up and had to put on orange or blue jumpsuits. We were in line for the security check when a whistle was blown and everyone had to spread out and face forward. We then had to go through a series of gestures and positions before dropping to the ground and laying perfectly still. Security guards then walked throughout the people and would randomly push a person with their foot or poke them with a stick to make sure they were being submissive. A security guard arrived at me and pushed me with his foot so I didn't move, but then he pushed me harder and I slid into the wall. I was on my side and he kicked me a couple of times until leaning in front of me and talking to me. He took my wallet out of my back pocket and said "I hope you haven't kept anything personal in here because I'm going to find it!" He went through my wallet then threw it on the ground, and then said something in my ear and brushed my head with his hand like he was going to hit me, then again, then thumped my head, then started hitting me in the head. I couldn't do anything about it or he'd beat me so i just sat there. He finished then said "you know why i did this don't you?" and then started to hit me again but stopped half way, but I flinched. "that's why", which meant the reason he did it was to get me to be scared and more submissive. I couldn't see the guard's face until he rolled me over a little more and I realized it was the actor/comedian Billy Mack. Right then there was a large ruckus and everyone got up and started to run away - but Billy Mack wasn't done, so the rest of the dream was about me trying to stay away from Billy Mack and Homeland Security because I was a terrorist.

My dream last night had something to do with a stable and a horse that kept falling on its side. I kept putting the horse back up and spraying it with an non-aerosol bottle of acne medication but it kept falling. Once I picked it up from the other side and realized it had one leg that was deformed and curled up next to its body. There was a lot of scar tissue and most of the hair on that side was gone. I set the horse back down really easily, placed a towel under its head, and petted it. It was going to die. Then someone came and got me and the next thing I remember I was in a race between a couple cars, motorized bikes, and other vehicles on a large city street that went through a farm. All the vehicles were decorated and I lost to a motorized bike.