Last night I dreamed that I was in a castle in the middle of a field, with a forest on either side. There was a wall and a gate far away, and behind that were train tracks.
It was Autumn, and all the tall plants in the field were yellow and dry.
I was inside, in a small den, with a few friends and a new baby. They wanted me to hold him, so I played with him and made him smile. I held him close and shut my eyes, simply focusing on how good it felt to have someone in my arms.
After they left, I and my four sisters (no real-life siblings here) went upstairs to our bedroom and realized something was wrong. We had used the elevator to go upstairs and there was someone up there. We couldn't see them, but somehow we knew.
Then we saw her. A dark-haired girl in a nightgown, who looked so much like us, but she radiated evil. Our parents called the priest, but I didn't like him. I knew he was thinking about what we looked like underneath our nightgowns.
He was somewhat of a younger man, and when he got there he made us girls sit in a circle in the bedroom with him. I sat next to him and shuddered when he touched my waist.
My sister, across from us, was very bold in her assumption that she didn't like him or what he was doing. "We don't do weird," she said, referring to the demonic activity that was going on. Later, we were told to search the rooms for the girl. I had a big butcher knife.
I walked into one bedroom and realized it was empty. Someone had cleared it of everything, which made me desperate. It meant someone had died. I ran down the hall to my brother's room. It was crammed with legos and plastic animals, animals from the other room. They had stored some of the stuff in there, and that calmed me down.
But I knew I had to get out. I snuck outside to where the dun colored horses were running, but as I caught one and heaved myself up, the priest ran after me and grabbed onto his own horse. I hunched close to mine, closing my eyes and letting the rhythm of its canter calm me.
We left him far behind, and I slipped through the gate, guiding my horse to the right of the train tracks.
I heard a train coming from the other direction, and I turned to see it veer very off course. It jumped the ledge, and I began to scream, knowing there were people inside. I then saw a train coming for us from the other direction, off the tracks. It would pin us against the wall and crush us. I covered my horse's eyes so it wouldn't see, but the train barely missed us and went over the ledge just like the other one.
I began to run for the train station. When I got there, another train had arrived but it was stopped due to the first two trains falling. Then I realized that there were two halves of the train. Something had split it right down the middle, and that's when I knew that somehow, the priest and his evil magic were responsible.
I peered inside the train cars and saw two people I knew. "Could you hand me my keys?" said one, completely oblivious to her near death experience. I looked into the other train car and saw several friends. I started weeping, emotion sweeping over me. They could have died. By sheer chance they had escaped the end of their lives by taking the third train.
But they were unaware, and slowly drifted past me into the crowd exiting the train.
I was left alone, no horse, no help, nothing to dry my tears and reassure me that everything was alright.
Then I woke up.
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