15 Feb 2024
Dream
My parents, my little step sister, and I were staying in a cabin. It was odd because my parents were still divorced but they were friends again so they decided to take me and my step sister on a trip as a bonding experience. There was a stable whith horseback riding so I said I wanted to go on a trail ride. Nobody else wanted to ride a horse so the just walked beside me. I was on a beautiful horse. He was a black thoroughbred. The trail ride was beautiful. We walked through the mountains and saw some breathtaking views. At one point we saw one of the stable workers leading a spall herd of horses along the trail and past us. We all marveled at how beautiful the horses were. All of them were mostly black with varying white patterns. My step sister's dog was with us was well. A cute but scruffy little dog, I don't remember his name though. Somehow I got tasked with holding the dog's leash even though I was on a horse and nobody else was. I tried to clip the leash to my belt, but that made it easier for the dog to tangle his leash around everyone's legs. Once we were untangled, I uncliped the leash and gave it to my dad. As we came upon a beautiful view of an old Spanish style house on a hillside, I tried to take a picture, but the horse kept moving so I couldn't get a decent shot. I told my family to wait for a moment while I took this picture. I turned the horse around and got into a better position to take the picture. As I was admiring the old house, I heard something coming from the other trail that connected with ours. It sounded like a whole heard of horses thundering down the trail. I got a bad feeling and I don't know how, but I knew that it was a war group. They were going to kill or capture anyone on these trails. I yelled at everyone that we needed to run, now. They all started running but my dad realized I had the best chance of getting away, so he told me to take my sister and ride as fast as we could. I didn't want to leave him and mom, but I knew we couldn't all fit on the horse. I made room for my sister behind me and my dad lifted her onto the horse. We exchanged I love yous and told each other to be safe and well look for each other when it's all over. My sister was crying as I urged the horse into a full gallop. We sped down the oposite trail and I prayed that my parents would be okay. Eventually we circled back around to the area where we split up. Nobody was around so we decided to see if we could get into the old house so we'd have someplace safe to wait. I tethered the horse in the back, out of sight from the trails. One of the doors was broken so we managed to get inside. It was dusy and mostly empty, but there was some furniture still in decent condition. A couch, a dining table with a few chairs, and a bed in one if the rooms upstairs. My sister and I did our best to have hope that our parents would turn up. We were too afraid to go out looking for them. After a few days of surviving off our trail snacks and river water, we realized the worst had happened and we needed to fin our way back to the stable and tell the people what happened. As we were getting ready to leave, a man came into the house. We were terrified it was one of the bad men but he was dressed like a teacher. He asked what we were doing in his house and I told him what happened. He was very understanding and said we were welcome to stay with him as long as we needed if we helped him get his house back into shape. He also said he'd help us find our parents or at least find out what happened to them. We were very grateful and as we started cleaning up the house, I felt hope. Then I woke up.
