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// Story: Twilight in the Dreamlands 
// by RB_ 
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PROPERTY OF THE CANTERLOT ROYAL ARCHIVES
LUNAR WING, SHELF 128
UNAUTHORIZED READING OF THESE MATERIALS IS CONSIDERED TREASON, AND IS PUNISHABLE BY DEATH





Day 2
I have decided to keep a record of my experiences in this strange world. I have always believed that knowledge is power, so perhaps some good will come of writing all this down. At the very least, it will allow me to organize my thoughts.

Allow me to introduce myself. I am Princess Twilight Sparkle, goddess of magic and friendship, protégé to princess Celestia, element of harmony, etc.

Little good that will do me here…

Three days ago, a friend of mine by the name of Rarity asked me for my assistance in a matter regarding her little sister, Sweetie Belle. Well, perhaps pleading or begging would be better suited. Regardless, she was concerned with the mental state of her sister. Apparently, she had been having night terrors for weeks without an apparent cause, and they showed no signs of stopping. As a result, her physical health had been rapidly declining, to the point that the little filly became confined to her bed. Rarity’s family, being fairly well to do, had summoned the best doctors from Canterlot to look at their daughter, but to no avail. 

I agreed to help, of course. What else are friends for? Upon seeing the poor filly’s condition, I discovered that Rarity had not exaggerated in the least. Sweetie Belle was thin and frail, with visible bags around her eyes. Her already alabaster white coat had somehow become even paler, and her normally bright emerald eyes were dull and heavy. 

I threw myself into my studies, seeking any form of insight into the filly’s ailment. I scoured medical texts, clinic records, psychology papers, but all to no avail. I eventually came to the conclusion that either this was some new, never before encountered disease, or that the nightmares were not a symptom, but the cause of the condition. As such, I shifted my search from medicine to dreams. However, this presented an entirely new problem: the near-complete lack of any solid knowledge of dreams. What information I could find was all conjecture and theory, and much of it contradicted itself.

With no other options, I found myself in the royal archives. The archives are where we princesses store the knowledge that should never be allowed to see the light of day. As much as I hate the Idea of restricting information from the masses, I make an exception for this. There are things down there that could destroy all of Equestria, were they to be found by the wrong ponies.

But I digress. Whilst searching through the deepest parts of the Lunar wing, I discovered an old, carefully preserved scroll. Written in Old Equestrian, It detailed a spell the likes I had never encountered before, but it was the intended effects of the spell that were important at the time.

This was a spell designed to allow a pony to travel into another’s dreams. For posterity, it was something like this:

[The next page of the text has been cleanly cut out of the book]

Thinking this to be the answer, I immediately tele-
Oh wait, She’s  I’m She’s falling asleep. I will continue this in the morning. I don’t want to miss a night of exploring.