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// Acknowledgements 
// Story: Dreams 
// by Incredible Blunderbolt 
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Three weeks before Magical Mystery Cure came out, it seemed that everybody in the brony community knew what was going to happen—Twilicorn was going to become canon. As the fanart and fanfiction exploded, I grew into a deeper and deeper depression; I didn't want Twilicorn, Twilight was perfect the way she was! The show itself was perfect! Two unicorns, two earth ponies, two pegasi! It made sense! It wouldn't make any sense at all to make that dynamic suddenly change and, I'm not gonna lie here, I was worried about my OTP—the ship I'd written for back when there were only three fics about it total and FIMFiction was a baby: TwiDash.

I won't get into a shipping battle here; I've already been into plenty of those and I do not want to be in another. What I will say is that Twilight becoming an alicorn, to me at least, spelled Doomsday for me. Imagine Rainbow Dash actually accepting an offer into the Wonderbolts; sure, on the surface, this is a good thing: her dream has come true! But, eventually, her loyal nature would make her regret signing a contract and being so far away from everyone she cares about. Now imagine Twilight's now an all-powerful being with control of the entire country. Rainbow Dash's fears don't seem so far-fetched now, do they?

So, three weeks before MMC came out, I set about venting my feelings in the form of what I thought was going to be a quick and easy one-shot; if you know anything about the past seven months concerning me, then you know that it was anything but. My world fell apart as I wrote it. Every time I opened up the document, my mind broke. I knew where I wanted to go, but my brain was refusing to let me go there. If not for the support of my friends, bats, Timaeus, CalmNQuiet, Lostzilla and Tomthehunkydiamond (along with negative reinforcement from my friend Echriedz,) I probably never would have finished this story at all. Thank you, guys.

Another thank you goes to CalmNQuiet, who wrote a grand total of 0.1% of this story for me, when my brain was killing me on one part so badly, that I simply couldn't write anything for weeks. The short verse on the train (totaling about half a paragraph) including the phrase “like the crescendo of a song, my life was at its peak,” was written by him, then chopped into itty-bitty pieces by me and edited and styled and combed over and refined and so on so forth until it hardly looked anything like what he wrote, except for that line, which I kept because I liked. Thank you, buddy, for giving my addled brain something to work with.

And bats, Ech, I doubt you'll ever read this, since you both told me that you've sworn off sadfics, but I wanted to thank you for your horrible torment and teasing; without it, I probably would have given up and moved on to something else, like Elements of Chaos...

Vertorm, I know I just met you officially and that you only did Chapter 7 and the Epilogue, but thanks for beta-reading and showing me the errors that my glazed eyes couldn't catch at three o'clock in the morning. I really appreciate the help.

Readers, thanks for coming and joining in on my misery, whether you liked or disliked my fic. Please check out my other stories if you wish to read more from me! (Or follow, me! I'm trying to catch back up to bats. Somehow, he managed to pass me in followers, favorites and even story view counts while I was writing this.)

See you next time around, my friends!

—Blundy