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Samudra's Journal - vren55



On the fall of a Seapony Empress. Pre-equel to Equestria's Changeling Queen and the Abyssal Empress

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Entry 42-43: Nightmares

Entry # 42

Diary! If I can read this message now, then whatever has happened was just a dream. If I can read this message again, then this is not a dream. This is real. This… this has to be real, right?

Entry #43

Diary, I don’t know how to describe this, but… I have been having nightmares. Horrifying nightmares.

I didn’t remember the first one. I just woke up, gasping, my gills aching from my own labored breathing.

A month later, I got a second one, but I only recalled… the fear, the horror, but not the why. I don’t know if I just wanted to forget it or not, but I couldn’t write it out.

Perhaps it’s the stress, or just my worry about Yoth-Atal being behind the hallucinations. Who knows? I will try to take things easier.

I don’t know why I’m having these nightmares all of a sudden. But the nature of them is becoming increasingly disturbing.

This time, I had a nightmare where I woke up as a seapony. A normal, run of the mill deep pony. Everything… everything that I knew, I suffered, I fought for… was gone. It had never existed.

I was living in an Aquestria when Empress Panthalussa was alive, but nobody knew who I was. She had no student. I had… I apparently dreamt my entire life was a dream.

This life wasn’t bad. I still served the Royal Court as Captain of the Myrmidons, but I knew… I knew this wasn’t a reality. I knew I was in a dream.

For that moment though, I decided to take advantage of the rather lucid state of my dream and have fun playing around with it. Having a normal life, getting married, growing old and then dying surrounded by my family. I don’t recall most of it, as dreams go, but it was fun.

There was just one problem… when I “woke up” I wasn’t Empress Samudra anymore. I was a random male sea pony.

This was getting strange, so I decided to try to break out of my dream. Instead of just living it, I tested the limits of the dream, imagining strange things popping up, things that didn’t make sense. I cast spells that well seaponies couldn’t cast. I Made it abundantly clear to myself, my mind, that this was a dream and that I really should wake up now because I was breaking all laws of logic.

It worked. I finally woke up… or at least I thought I did.

Only, I didn’t. I woke up in my palanquin, directly over the Abyss. No guards with me, just me, in this heavy palanquin, falling into the trench, where I was engulfed in darkness.

That was when I awoke with a gasp and immediately went to see my physicians. The appearance of the Abyss doesn’t make any sense. It really shouldn’t appear to me in a dream, so why now?

Unfortunately, the doctors and psychologists don’t know why. They still think it’s stress. I’m… not so sure any longer.

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