(Promise me you won’t laugh, because this is how my sleep goes…more like my dreams, a bit of my dream is foggy, it’s a bit odd how I remember most of it, but parts I don’t remember, I’ll improvise, now grab your popcorn and drinks lady’s and gentlemen, and we’re off on this very odd rollercoaster of a dream. The beginning is half made up since I really don’t remember it…)

Main Character: Dakota Farreway

Age: 15 (very original, right? Never mind, that’s where I got the name for my other story)

It was around noon when the elders announced a gathering in the far east corner of our large camp.

It was only for adults, so of course, I wanted to see.

I made my way there in secret, no one seeing me hide.

I found the perfect bush, hiding in it, I was amongst branches and vines, thorns and twigs.

As I got settled the meeting began, everyone quieting down, only nosies were of breathing and whispers.

All I could see from my ‘last row seat’ was a couple elderly men’s backs, but I could hear everything.

“The water has come back, but be sure to purify it before drinking, don’t tell your children about this, since it will only scare them into not drinking it,” The elders’ said, it was really not interesting, but what did I care.

As soon as they finished the meeting after a few more comments and announcements I exited the bush.

The second I exited the bush from behind, I was intercepted by a tall boy, a few years older than me.

“Dakota, Dakota,” He said, making me cringe, “What were you doing, spying on the elders’ meeting? That’s forbidden, right?”

“Oh, come on Hunter, it’s not like you didn’t,” I said, and he was taken aback.

“Whatever, me and my friends will bring you back to the children’s hut, make sure you don’t go anywhere,” He said as his friends appeared from around me, around five of them.

2 girls, 3 boys, including Hunter.

We took the back-trail, like a back-road, just a trail where barely anyone goes.

Grass had begun to grow up in the middle where wheels never ran on.

It was quiet, other than the others talking about family things.

When we made it to the fork, we waited just in case anyone came hauling down in one of the old military jeeps, but no one did.

Just as we were about to go, one of the largest horses came around the corner.

It’s eye as big as my head, and it had horns!! Horns I tell you.

The horns had to be bigger than a long horns…like two, large, twin curves or pure bone, probably bigger than my leg!

It was also black and gray, almost pretty.

It had two other horses trailing behind it, they were smaller, yes. But still large compared to the regular horses you see now-a-days.

Their colors were separate. One of them was gray, one was black.

We had to go the way they were headed, so we did.

We named them along the way, the gray one Smokes, the black one Black Beauty, and the mom one, well, mom.

As we walked though, one of Hunters goonies, decided they were brave, and went up and slapped Black Beauty on her butt, causing her to scare.

Making all of them spooked. Not a good thing when the smaller ones are taller than you just at their back.

(Will be continued

Of course🙃)