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.
Gee, does this sound familiar...
Wake up from dream my family's home is overrun by spiders. See story update about nightmares. What does it mean!
She dreams like Alternia did in the finale.