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// Chapter 4 
// Story: Curious 
// by I_Post_Ponies 
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I dreamt again last night.

I don’t know why my dreams seem so important to me. They’re simply random pulses in the brain, evoking images and storylines of fiction. I wonder: are everyponies’ dreams important to the owner?

This dream I had, it was about a hill. A very ordinary hill, the only mark on an endless plain. I couldn’t climb it. I remember moving each leg carefully, ensuring that I was, indeed, putting one hoof in front of the other, but I never moved.

The first thing I tried was changing my pace. Even at a full gallop, however, the crest of the hill did not move closer. I then tried backing away, thinking the hill illogical. That did not help either. My second effort ineffective, I attempted attacking the hill at an angle, taking a spiral path to the top.

Alas, my efforts were still in vain. So I sat, and I thought.

I asked myself why I wanted to make it to the top of the hill.

Because it’s there.

What tools do I have to make it there?

My mind.

I wondered why I couldn’t move up the slope.

Because you do not understand.

I grimaced. My mind was of little help.

Another pony appeared next to me. She was glowing; her coat radiated a pure white. She smiled at me and pointed upward to the peak of the hill.

“I know,” I said. “How do I get there?”

She pointed to her head.

“I tried that already.”

Shaking her head, she walked over to me. She picked up my hoof, bringing it to her forehead. It felt… warm. Warm and impossibly soft. She released my hoof and I held it there, taking in whatever it was she was there to give me.

Was it clarity? Faith?

I withdrew my hoof and looked at the mystery pony with confusion. “I still don’t understand.”

“Who?” she asked.

“Who?” I raised an eyebrow at her. “Who am I? I’m ****, a groundskeeper.”

“Who?” she again inquired.

“I just told you. My job is to keep land looking presentable. I take care of grass and other vegetation. My parents are **** and ****. I went to school and graduated middle of my class. I enjoy the occasional party. I met a teal-coated unicorn two days ago. We had a nice chat. I have other friends as well. I just don’t—”

I was cut off by a hoof lightly touching my lips. Her eyes were still glowing, but when she looked into mine, I nearly became overwhelmed by the strength of the glow.

“Who?” She slowly withdrew her hoof.

I looked at her, then at the hill. Nodding, I turned to the obstacle before me and began towards it. With my first step, I was already at the top. I smiled and turned back to my companion, but…

The pony had disappeared.

I hate it when my brain plays with me.