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  • This is a genuine nightmare I had last night.
    We were at a new house; it was in a neighborhood I know, but there was something eerie about it. My sister and I were out, in the garden and we were observing the street. It was dark and a little bit fearsome,but we were fascinated by it- I don't know why.
    Of a sudden, we saw a little girl mounted on a horse. A few people were following her. There was something wrong with the child; I knew without any explanation that she was dead. "What a shame", I thought, "to have a dead child riding a horse." And then one of the women following her burst in tears and another girl started sobbing and then I knew for sure that the little girl was dead.
    Some kind of ghastly fascination made me (and a man, but I don't know who he was and why he appeared in the dream) follow the procession. We lost them from view, but we arrived to a Church divided in two parts: one was luminous and people were singing and praying inside it. The other half was dark and I knew that in this part there was a ceremony for the dead child on the horse. I entered in the luminous part, I followed the mass until the people present there left the church.
    Then I went at the dark part of the church. The dead little girl lied on a sort of altar; one of her eyes was open. Once more, I was not sure that she was dead, even though everything showed that it was so and deep inside me I knew that she was dead. The priest said a mass and then he said: "In spite of all the pranks you did on everybody, you will be missed, little one."
    Then I felt really very sad and I woke up.

    Art is by William Lindsay Windus :
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