I arrived at an outdoor party at night. It was dark and there was just an open tent with many people hanging out, dancing, much like one might encounter at a festival.  Some 50-something white guy, maybe with just a few extra lbs, and an English accent approached me and said Floyd Mayweather had smoked some tainted herb, that there was plastic in it, so it was a foregone conclusion that he had some kind of plastic toxins in his body, and that was seriously not good for him.

Then I was outside the gathering area; it was still night time, in what seemed like an adjacent field.  Suddenly there was a guy like Tom Cruise on a white horse, and he sort of took an aim at me and basically charged.  I interpreted it as an attack, an intention to hurt me.  So I tried to think fast, by not thinking too much, believing he had the upper hand by having the high-ground in this situation.  So he closed the distance to me, then reached down to grab me.  I felt his grip, then I decided my best bet was to use the horse against him, so I held on tight and yanked him off the horse by lunging underneath and in front of the horse in its stride.  I had the belief that the horse would likely keep going straight and step over or around me, in order not to trip himself, and that I’d be safe by putting that big massive animal between myself and Tom.  It worked; the horse stopped right over me, and Tom kept going which caused him to get vaulted off the front and away from me.  In that moment I felt like the horse had become my temporary ally, as there was a bit of a ‘bond’ between us. I took refuge under him.

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