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I keep having this reoccurring dream in which I'm wandering through a village, taking pictures of old houses (a sort of hobby of mine) and I always end up at the end of a long dirt road (which was covered in snow this time) in a strange estate surrounded by a wrought-iron fence. There were a bunch of very dilapidated mini-houses that were about the same size as children's playhouses. They were scattered around this massive mansion with at least four storeys and huge columns holding up the porch and roof. All of the buildings were painted white but the paint was peeling and some of them looked as if they had been set on fire.
As I walked past the huge house, I could see four things heading in my direction. I couldn't tell if they were horses or if they were on horses, but they were white, grey, brown, black and coming straight for me! I had this horrible feeling that something terrifying would happen if they caught me, so I turned around and ran. They stopped as soon as I ran through the wrought-iron gate and then they disappeared. WTH?
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