This is what happens when you read 'Cupcakes'

I just woke up from my first MLP: FiM dream, unfortunately though it also happened to be one of the weirdest-ass dreams I've ever had. Sadly I can't remember all of it (which is a shame because I could've made fan-fic out of it) but luckily I can remember the important bits. The following dream events actually happened in my mind and is a true story as far as I can recall.

I can never remember the start of my dreams, I don't know if this problem affects everyone or just me, so I'll start at the earliest part I can remember; me in a Subway store fighting Pinkie Pie. Pinkie was apparently upset about something I hadn't told everyone else and was fighting me because of this which after a lengthy battle resulted in me actually killing Pinkie Pie. I have no idea who the hell was with me at the time but they were really, really upset. I promptly suggested that we get the hell out of there.

The dream begins to get hazy at this point again and all I can recall is my 'friend' was harbouring an awful lot of guilt and remorse at what had happened whereas I had zero fucks to give. Eventually though, I do get overwhelmed with grief because of the damage I caused to the Subway store and promptly confess everything to Princess Celestia who says I need to go to jail. Rainbow Dash is my prison escort and seemingly doesn't care in the slightest that I killed her friend at all (take that PinkieDash fans) telling me that she will do anything for money.

So I'm carted off to jail and there's a lot of people booing me and stuff and then the next thing I know I'm on an aeroplane with Pinkie Pie sitting next to me. I tell her that she was dead wherever the hell I was a second ago and that I was the one who had killed her. For some unknown reason, she doesn't seem to take this very well and then blackmails me to go and tell Princess Celestia about whatever happened at the start of the dream.

I can't remember anything else from my dream except that it ended in my old English class and the cleaner was talking about blood just before my little brother woke me up telling me of the prospect of waffles for breakfast (which are now probably cold because of how long it took me to write this stupid blog post)

Matt Smith, get the fuck out of my blog post.

That is all.

Comments

[Arby]

What the fuck did I just read?

Arby still approves of this. Dreams are fun.