I was dressed in def. informal season clothes. Unloaded my mare from the trailer and got on. I didn't see any hounds. We lined up at the back of a huge field of riders.
Mare had not hunted before but was extremely interested. All I could think of was "she's only in a snaffle bit".
The field started off, members were helping newbies, but I was left behind. Must be getting Freudian here....
Soon everyone was gone. "Strange," thought I, but practiced riding up and down the hills and in the fields.
After awhile, the field returned. Then it suddenly dawned on me that I had not contacted the hunt secretary or any member of the hunt prior to showing up. I hadn't approached anyone at the hunt or paid my capping fee.
The only positive thing out of my dream was realizing that Cleveland Bays are great hunters and mine was ready to go without any prior introduction to the hunt field.
Odd, just odd.