The Horseman

I am on a horse and there is a horseman on either side, in front and behind me. They are sitting straight and looking ahead. They are wearing tall pointed hats that flow into their long robes. I cannot see their faces. They are guiding me towards a forest. There is not ground or sky, just blue all around and the forest is in the center. As we get closer to the forest, I see star lights flashing all over the forest—it looks like a million fire flies. When we get to the forest I get down off the horse and go into the forest. My escorts stay on their horses and do not follow me in. I walk through the forest on a path to a dark house. When I enter the house I see a crowd of people that I have known throughout my life. They are angry and want to kill what I am holding. I walk through the angry crowd to a platform and place what I am holding on the platform. The angry crowd disappears and light shines into the room. I wake up. I have had this dream twice. Both times what I am holding is something I love and a week later, that person dies.