I was at a horseback riding boarding school, and for some reason, I was speaking with an Irish accent and had orange hair (I am brunette and have a Jersey accent). A couple months in, I meet this guy and fall madly in love, and we end up going to a Greek Orthodox church, which is strange since I am Catholic. After wards, we went back to the barn for our riding lesson. As I went to grab the reins of my horse, one of which I usually ride in real life, he started acting really weird and then fell. He couldn't get up and ended up being put to sleep. I was distraught, and ended up getting more upset after another girl claimed I had purposely killed the horse. I was expelled from school because of her. I ended up going back to the church and the guy I was with was there. He looked at me and said, "You look like this girl I used to know" and then gave me a hug. I felt so safe in his arms and my heart began fluttering out of control. The mass then turned into a schoolwide meeting, where they were fighting over which ethnicity should control the school. A few people said the Irish, saying that everyone should be given a second chance.

I really don't see how this has an revelance. Right now I am single, and not interested in dating anyone. I have started riding again, but I'm currently a senior in high school and have no plans on changing schools, let alone go to a boarding school. I am also mostly Italian, only slightly Irish, and a practicing Catholic. I know its really bizarre ha ha. Anyone know what it could mean? Any input welcome!

I see some pagan symbolism here. At least from my perspective. So ask yourself, why the orange hair and Irish accent? Do you harbor a fascination with Celtic legends or stories? If so, do you feel it goes against your Catholic upbringing?

And what about the horse? What do you think made it fall? What did the horse represent? Something wild and free? Or something to be tamed and reigned in, controlled?