Dream About Working Cattle Horse Riding Grim Reaper

This dream was about

So I was dreaming that we were on our farm, the farm in the Kalahari that Hazel Raven sold. It's my family and my husband's family. I'm dreaming that I'm going to the karal, which is in the camp where the house is, and we need to work cattle. We need to get the cattle in the karal and work the cattle. I'm going to the karal and what I notice is there are three or four horses in the karal, but there isn't a gate that can open to let them out, and it seemed to me that they've been there for a while. So I start working to get them out of there, and when I come to the last horse, I started to stress because I just knew this was a horse that my father paid a lot for because it's a very good riding horse and tame, but because the horse has been in the karal for a while, it was biting and kicking me because of its frustration, and I'm trying to help it to get out. And as I was busy, my father and brothers and my husband, oh, and my husband's mom and dad, they come walking, and the first thing I see my dad on his face, he's very angry at the horse, he gets the horse out of the karal, and as the horse was running away, he whipped it out of anger. And I was sad because I didn't like it, but the people, my brothers and my husband's mom started to laugh, my husband was looking confused, and me also, but nobody said anything because we have to work the cattle now. Anyway, as I was looking, I saw a dark figure in a cloak that nearly represented the Grim Reaper, but nobody else saw this figure except for me. I noticed it going from the ground to the sky, at least 300 meters in the sky. When you look at it, you can't see its face, but then suddenly you see a skeleton face. It was drifting around the sky, opening and closing its arms, like when you want to hug somebody. Then my dreams skipped to where we were in the garage of the farmhouse. It was evening, everybody was working in the garage. My brothers and my husband were working on the motorbike, they were dirty and full of oil. I was standing at the entrance of the garage with this figure, talking to it, I was saying stuff like, no, you'll fit in, don't worry about it, just take your cloak off. And as the figure took its cloak off, it was a young boy with darkish brown hair and darkish eyes, but you could see... but you could see the youth in his eyes, on his face. And, yeah, I was just comforting him that he will fit in and everything, but he didn't fit in, nobody wanted to give him something to do, and he wanted to do something. He kept asking my brothers and my husband, he kept asking my brothers and my husband, I can do this, I can do that, but nobody wanted to give him something to do. And then the dreams skipped to where we were all sitting in the living room eating, but he was sitting on a chair all by himself eating alone, and that's the whole dream.