I was in some kind of a communal living situation out where I keep my horse. My dad was there, mom was there. They had a large cabin with lots of rooms. We were all cleaning the place. It has sat vacant for a long time, but wasn't in too bad of shape. There were braided rugs all over the place. I mentioned it to mom and she told me which one she didn't like. I agreed, but pointed out another nice one which she agreed that she liked. It looked like one of Grandma's braided rugs. The ugly one was pink and looked store bought. Apparently we were all in this situation together with other people for reasons outside of our control. One of the group picked me to go fight ogres and giants to gain new land to grow crops for our group. It was too big for the amount of property we had. Dad agreed that I should go. Others didn't think he should let me risk my life. I began to prepare to leave and wondered if I should take my horse. I knew I may die in combat, but decided I needed to go for the good of the community. I tried to go get my horse and was stopped by people in charge. I did not let them intimidate me and hopped the fence directly in front of a man who was telling me I couldn't see my horse. He didn't stop me. The rest of the details are rather foggy and the dream falls apart after this point.