Nine White Horses

My friend Bel and I are sitting in the field behind my parents' house eating lunch. The weather is fair, there's no snow and it isn't cold but it isn't hot, either. Nine white horses trot out from the woods on either side of the field and group around us. Horses generally make me rather nervous and this is no exception, but I hold out the apple that I was in the middle of eating to the nearest horse and it eats it right out of my hand. Bel follows suit and we feed the remainder of our apples to the horses. The specificity of the dream - nine white horses - struck me as strange.