Anyways. It started off with that my family and some other people I didn't recognize were celebrating something (I can't remember what now) and I went out to get a friend of mine so that he could join the party cus I knew he loved cake. Now this friend, I know he wasn't human but I can't remember what he was, he was shorter than me though. Anyway. I found him outside the house, hiding from something so I asked him what. He told me about these people that were chasing him because he had something they wanted. And I must've heard the story before cus I remember that I wasn't surprised to hear about it and I offered my help.

So I went into the forest to look for someone that might've looked suspicious.

After a while I remember I jumped down onto a field and on the left of me was a fence which I held myself against so that I wouldn't fall. It was apparently very hard for me to walk in that field and the fence was a bit higher up than the ground I was walking on.

A bit further in on the field I noticed a horse laying down on the side on the other side of the fence. The head was pretty close so I stroked the horse and called for it, but it didn't respond. I noticed then that "holy shit, this horse is dead!" so I looked around to see even more horses lying the same way the dead one was (they were dead aswell) and I also noticed that there were horses like that on my side of the fence aswell. I also notice that there's thick ropes tied up straight across the entire field. Obviously these horses had gotten stuck in these ropes and therefor starved to death.

I started walking a bit faster than before trying not to get stuck myself and at the end of the fence I notice some horses that were still alive and decide to help them. Though for some reason I knew that I could only rescue one. So I call my friend who was wanted and asked him to come and help me then I walk to a white horse and start untangle the ropes from its legs and helps it up. I remember that he couldn't stand properly cus he's been lying down for so long, but he could walk alright.

Anyways, me and my friend get him home and put him in the garden and you know help him all we can. Then we notice that the horse wasn't a horse at all, it was a teenaged boy. More specifically it was John Lennon's first born son, Julian. So I was like "Hey I know who you are". He was furious too, not at us though, but he kept talking about wanting revenge. I don't know on who or why but I know that he kept sneaking out in the middle of the night to seek this person up. But that he never succeeded. I also remember that he tried to kill himself by drowning himself in our pool, cus apparently my family owns and runs a poolhouse. I also remember being totally cool with him trying to kill himself. Makes me sad, cus I like Julian, he's my favourite beatle-child.