<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f2/42/4e/f2424e88a8817833b21a69bc0829ce3e.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Rose Morris<br/><strong>Time/ Day</strong>10 minutes to midnight, New Year's Eve,1999<br/><strong>Location</strong>Toronto, Canada.<br/><strong>To</strong>N/A (Horse Spirit Mentioned)<br/><br/>Rose was in the worst of places. People we're screaming and thrashing about in the crowded bar. She really should have known better than to go to a bar on new years. She hated loud noises, crowds and most of all, people<em> flirting </em>with her. But where was she? In the middle of a impromptu dance floor, drink in hand and the most unimpressed look on her face as this young guy was blabbing on about his<em> Audi</em>, his arm wrapped around her waist and his spit flying against her cheek.<br/><br/>She shook her head and nudged the guy off of her as she walked to the door. The doorframe supported her as she looked out the window at the moon, an eyebrow puiqing up when she heard the countdown on the tv start. A loud scream instantly garnered her attention.<strong>"Get the fuck off of me!"</strong>Rose turned and scowled when she saw the same man from before<em>forcing his hand up a college girls knee length skirt</em><br/><strong>10,9,8...</strong><br/>Now normally she was against fighting but nobody else around seemed to care about anything more than getting some. She marched over and with no hesitation<em>slapped</em>the man.<strong>7,6,5...</strong><br/>That seemed to get his (and the crowds) attention. She looked at the girl, who was currently staring disguistedly at the man.<br/>"You alright?" A moment later the girl nodded, said thank you and then strode off, still glaring at the drunk Audi boy, hands fussing at her skirt.<strong>4,3,2...</strong><br/>Rose turned to the guy, about to cuss him out but then.<strong>1,Happy New year everyone! </strong><br/>She lurched forward, her vision of the man's shoes starting to fade into a black nothingness.<br/>A few minutes later she was spinning, her throat rasping and her eyes watering as she stared straight ahead at what seemed to be a horse, made of the coils of a windstorm. It did nothing at first but gazed straight into her soul, just like the other dreams she had been experiencing.Then it neighed, a loud rumbling sound that hit her as if she was caught in a stampede. It was strange,the neigh in and of itself was indeed that...but she understood it. All it said was one word, one word that implied panic, and disorder and chaos.<strong>HELP!</strong><br/>A flurry of images flew before her eyes, a bomb, rows and rows of dead rotten corpses, a bird's eye view of several diseased crop fields, a cluster of sick and starving people staring at her with wide scared eyes, and than...an island. Floating, in the clouds, Serene and not nearly as jarring as the other images. She cried out, her head thumping and her ears ringing. The horse peered at her, beginning to say something else but she couldn't focus, she couldn't see, she couldn't breath, all she could hear was screams of terror and trampling feet rushing around her hunched over form as she went back to reality, a tiny<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">horse charm</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images.prod.meredith.com/product/d2182c46c390e222626b9f731ebc71a0/1510092645440/l/14k-yellow-gold-horse-charm-pendant-womens)</div></div>clutched in her hand.