I dreamt of a large, exclusive town within a larger, normal town. It was conceptually, but not physically, gated. The town-inside-the-town was home to ghost horses. Driving through was scary, as I had never seen a ghost horse before, and one was charging towards my car. It was much larger than a living horse. It was not translucent, but it was in greyscale, and in this way, appeared otherworldly. In this same town-inside-the-town, there was also a man, walking through the town green, holding a comically large knife.