We (my form, 13A) were on a school retreat. We took the 248 bus from the bus stop outside St Lawrence Church, and got off at the next stop (Boundary Road). That took hours, because it was in Italy. The bus also turned into the Nightbus from Harry Potter. We were supposed to go inside the Church for a mass, but I decided to linger outside to take some photos of the cliffs and city lights. I was thus late for the mass and they had already started. For some reason, everyone had to wear white robes, but since I was late in, there were none left for me. I was given a green one instead. Then, Miss Holden, my form tutor, pointed out that since I'm not Catholic, I don't need to wear one at all. Up at the front was Sacred Heart Jazz Band playing Pachelbel's Canon. Near the back was a family friend, who we honestly rarely speak to, and she was playing a red guitar. (As far as I'm aware, she doesn't play any instruments.) After they finished playing, she came down and said she urgently need to speak to me. So, we went to the kitchen and she asked me how I was, how my family was etc etc. She then said that I hadn't been to her house in ages, so invited me to go round that evening. I said no, because the mass will finish late, and we have a long day ahead, and I need to ask my Mother. She somehow convinced me and suddenly I was there in her house. She said to me, "Will you come and talk with me in the garden? My husband doesn't like me going there, which is why he never does work on the garden." I thought ok, why not. We went outside, but it was SO muddy! There were two chairs, but they were very muddy as well. Behind the chairs there was a fence, and behind the fence, there was an American girl. She got on a horse and started riding. I watched... Then I saw down below, there were like 40 horses all cantering up and down this stretch of field.
I think this concludes, my mind is a little bit messed up. I haven't dreamed in months. I've always been too tired to dream.
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