Dream #3: My Longest MLP-related Dream · 4:49pm Apr 18th, 2020
So, as you all know, I have some occasional MLP-related dreams I like to share at times, but this one was... very different. It was one of the longest dreams I've ever had (and one of the best). How I could describe it... if you've ever seen the episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation, "The Inner Light," my experience was very similar to Captain Picard's, in which a single dream I had felt like it lasted for several years.
The dream started with me back in high school, for some odd reason, and I was idly sitting in my seat, bored, listening to the teacher giving a lesson about drupe fruits (despite the fact that it was clearly an English classroom). Suddenly, we heard a loud, deep bang from outside the building. Even though everyone else sat shocked, I walked out of the room to investigate.
What I found was that there was a massive battle happening, with ground troops firing assault rifles and attack helicopters blazing up the area with miniguns and missiles. Oddly, I didn’t try to run away. However, I was extremely rattled and confused.
I guess this is the end! I thought.
I mean, I was in a war zone. However, my attention was quickly diverted by a figure wearing full tactical body-armor, who jumped in front of me.
“Stay behind me!” He said, before raising his rifle and gunning down infantry troops coming toward us.
Once they were all eliminated, the entire battle seemed to have ended. The armored figure turned back toward me, putting up his rifle over his shoulder by the strap. He removed his battle helmet, but it turned out, he was not a human... it was an anthropomorphic stallion. He had green hide, blue mane, and yellow eyes.
I was a bit surprised to see what he was, but asked “Who are you?”
“My name is Renegade Archer,” he said.
I then asked what was going on, and even though I don’t recall exactly what he told me, I do remember the gist of what he said.
The anthropomorphic stallion explained that someone from the Pony Dimension infiltrated the US Government with the goal of turning the nation into a tyrannical empire under their rule, and had succeeded in usurping the President and commanding the military to be dispatched for “subjects” and “recruits” to be taken from the civilian population, and to eliminate all noncompliants by lethal force.
He told me he was part of a freedom fighter organization known as STORM (Special Tactical Operations Rebel Movement... and yes, I actually remembered that’s what it stood for), and that their underground militia was working in a coalition with other rebel cells to take back the US, and potentially the world, from the False Empress (yes, that’s what they called her).
“So, what should we do?” I asked.
Renegade narrowed his eyes at me. “If you wanna survive and live a free life... join our fight!”
So, I (reluctantly) accepted his offer. From there, he took me to the STORM headquarters, consisting of an elaborate underground bunker. The insignia of STORM, on the wall of the entrance and bearing the name, looked like a pair of crossed lightning bolts with the intersection concealed behind a mountain summit. Renegade took me to the barracks, where he introduced me to his squadmates. There were regular humans, as well as a few mares and stallions in it.
“Alright, Rook,” Renegade told me after introductions, “if you’re gonna help us take out the False Empress, you’re gonna need to get prepped up!”
From there, I spent a good portion of time undergoing a series of fitness tests, such as running on a treadmill, pullups, pushups, weight lifting, situps, etc. After that came firearms training, drone operating, aircraft flight simulators, and turret operating simulators. The squad, known as the Pathfinders, all encouraged me as I underwent days of training, before eventually, I met their standards and they accepted me into their fold.
One of our first missions was to infiltrate an imperial outpost in a mountainous region of Wyoming, where there was supposed information of a WMD that the False Empress intended to use against STORM and the rebels, and as our secondary directive, to free any prisoners of war on site. I was outfitted with body-armor that covered me from head to toe, yet was strangely lightweight and skintight, unlike the cumbersome gear real infantry troops wear. I was armed with an M16-style assault rifle, and a Beretta 92FS handgun, both of which were fitted with suppressors, as well as a tactical knife, several magazines of ammo, and a couple of grenades.
It took several hours to fly to our dropoff point, but we made it after dusk, so we had the cover of night to our advantage. We parachuted from our stealth plane (which strongly resembled a B-2 bomber), and made use of our knives and suppressed firearms to take out hostile personnel of the outpost. After a while of this, we made it inside. Renegade and the Alpha Team held the computer admins at the base at gunpoint, forcing them to decrypt the data we needed.
The Bravo Team, which included me, searched the outpost for POWs. We found a few confined to barred cells, and one I rescued was a young, anthropomorphic mare, roughly my age, who had an off-white hide, golden-yellow mane and tail, and light-blue eyes. She was really emotional when I told her I came to rescue her, thanking me repeatedly. She then pulled me into a tight hug after I undid her shackles. I awkwardly told her I was just doing my job.
Once we had the WMD data we needed, and the prisoners were released, we stole some vehicles to get to the rendezvous point, where our helicopter was waiting. Once we were airborne, I found myself sitting next to the mare I rescued from the outpost. Seeing how uneasy she was, I decided to start a conversation with her, politely introducing myself.
She then told me her name was Mayflower, and explained that her parents were killed by the empire’s military. She apparently begged them to kill her, too, after that, but instead, they took her prisoner. From what she knew, they were going to use her for some genetic experiments, given that she was not from our world, and could only imagine the horror that she would endure. She once again expressed immense gratitude to me saving her from her fate.
On the helicopter ride back, Mayflower joined us, along with a few other of the prisoners, while the rest took other helicopters. I noticed she was shivering a bit, so I put a blanket around her, and she thanked me for it. She then started leaning close to me before she drifted off to sleep. I didn’t mind at all. If anything, it felt really nice, how she trusted me.
So, that’s basically the gist of it; we went on missions to retrieve valuable information, cargo and equipment, to plant tracking devices on shipments under control of the Empire, infiltration, etc. To give an idea of what the stealth missions were like, just play any Metal Gear game, and that’s what it was like.
I also became close friends with a male human roughly my age in the Pathfinders, Shane, and we became best friends, spending the most time with each other during our down time, such as drinking, playing video games, and chatting in the mess hall. We also took on the most missions together as partners, with me sometimes taking the front line of the mission, while he would hang back at the makeshift control center, and vice versa.
Interestingly enough, an anthropomorphic version of Fluttershy joined our team as well. She was reminiscent of her timid ponysona from the show, but she was really skilled with firearms, and had no qualms about killing whenever necessary.
Mayflower remained a prominent character throughout the narrative of my dream. She and I spent a lot of time together as well. At first, she was just part of the civilian unit of STORM, before she decided to undergo the same training I did to join Pathfinders. From there, she went on to accompany me personally for several missions, always sticking by my side.
She and I got very close, and I eventually mustered up the courage to offer her dinner and drinks, which she agreed to. We both had a lot of fun, so during our off time, we started doing it regularly. Soon, it became clear how much we really cared about each other, and one night, when we both went out from the bunker for an evening walk, we both had our first kiss, completely alone, on the beach near the STORM headquarters. I can’t even begin to describe how amazing it was.
Eventually, I proposed to Mayflower, and she happily accepted. Later on, we got married, with everyone at STORM headquarters present at our wedding. Shane was my best man. The reception lasted well into the night, with a lot of the alcoholic beverage stock being diminished.
There were a lot of really great, memorable parts of the dream, such as campfires with songs and storytelling, traveling across the world to various cities and staying in hotels at times, and even hijacking a bulk drug trade so as to keep all the money for ourselves, and distribute the stolen drugs through various black market outlets, which STORM really needed the funding from.
The ending of my dream was definitely the most emotional part. Mayflower and I went to a secluded area, and had a good heart-to-heart about all the experiences we had together, and how much we've helped each other over the years. She then went on to tell me that we were not always going to be together, but that no matter what happens, I shouldn't be sad for her. Regardless, I was tearing up as she was telling me this. It had been a fairly drawn-out conversation about how she could not stay here much longer, and that her time was nearing its end.
Then a mystical-looking, sparkly beam of light appeared from the sky, emitting a twinkling noise over a powerful hum, and it began to pull Mayflower up into the sky. But she did not look distressed or worried by this. Rather... she looked prepared.
"I'm sorry, [my real name]," she said. "I have to go."
"B-but why...?" I asked, on the verge of breaking down.
She glanced around for a moment, before looking back at me. “I don’t know... but just know this... no matter what happens, everything will ultimately turn out for the better.”
I fell to my knees, reaching up helplessly for my lover as tears fell down my face.
"Mayflower!" I called up. "Please don't go! I wanna stay with you!"
Mayflower closed her eyes and shook her head. "Even if I wanted to, I can't escape this magic summoning field. But I know it has to be done. The forces of the universe are beckoning me forth, to move on and transcend from the world you know. My time here is at an end. But always know this, [my real name]," Mayflower said down to me, "I will always love you, even if we may not be together."
A bright light enveloped her body, she closed her eyes, hung her head down, and let out her last breath, then she faded away and disappeared completely.
I fell to my knees, hanging my head down as I cried quietly. Mayflower, the love of my life, was gone. Taken away from me. Her death was truly the most devastating thing I ever experienced. Soon after, it became apparent that all the other members of Pathfinders found out, with Shane offering me his condolences, as well as Fluttershy. I appreciated the concern they were all giving me, but did not feel much better regarding the matter. And during the whole pity party they were throwing me, I woke up, and the dream ended. And given that it felt like I was somewhere else for years, I was so confused upon waking.
I'm guessing this dream might've been my brain triggering its "escape button," because on the day before I had the dream, it was, well... not an ideal day, to say the least. Let's just say, it involved my parents and their friends coming over for a party, and they all got angry with me over a misunderstanding (the details of which I don't feel comfortable sharing to the public). I know some of you might think I'm an emotional weakling pussy or something, but if anyone raises their voice at me or scolds me, I start tearing up uncontrollably, and need to get away before I completely break down.
I never mean any offense to people, unless they do something really bad to me first. So, as some of you could imagine, I have a sort of "what-did-I-ever-do-to-deserve-this" type of persona when I am faced with these circumstances. Even when I try to defuse the situation, everyone seems to interpret it as further disrespect or back-talking.
Also, waking from such a long dream was very... jarring. I felt disoriented and confused upon waking. I wasn’t sure what was going on, and I was a bit scared at first. Fortunately, my dream was on a night before one of my days off from work and school, so I was able to spend the day recovering. As time passed, my real memories returned to me, gradually “unzipping/decompressing.” Within a few hours, everything was clear to me again.
And when my father got home from work and asked me “Did you have enough time to think about what happened last night?”, my response was “Oh, yes. I had a lot of time to think about a lot of things.”
But yeah... that dream really left a strong impression on me. And I still really miss Mayflower... even though I know she wasn’t real.
I didn't expect to hear so soon from you again. Kinda reminds me of that dream with Wolf I talked about. And two recent dreams
Plus an old dream, that I feared: was on my way home and suddenly, a nuke dropped
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Wow, those sound like some pretty intense dreams! Yeah, this one, for sure, really stood out to me, mainly due to the fact that it felt like years. Detailed, too. This blog post is pretty much just a watered-down, Diet Coke-description of it.
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Yeah, our brains come up with the strangest things in our dreams, don't they?
And a weird dream once: Starlight and Sunburst were Trapped in a sunken Ship. Dinky, Katja and Blau Streifen were in stasis pods, connected to their oxygen supply. If they would do a mistake, the Ship would Sink deeper, filling with more Water until Crushed by the dept. The Kids would be Safe however. They were apparently unconscious, as they had their eyes closed and did Not Move. If the 2 ponies failed, the pods would Surface while sunburst and starlight would drown. The Dream ended strangely fighting an undead Darth Vader as the Ship was Close to getting Crushed.