Dream #4: Loose-Cannon Pony Cop! · 7:03am Sep 2nd, 2020
I had another MLP-related dream recently, which I, of course, figured I'd share with you all, to tide you over until I can find some time to write my next fic... which may be difficult, with school starting back up.
So, the first thing that happened in the dream (or at least the first thing I remember about it) was that I was driving on a road through a tree-filled area, on the outskirts of a big city. My dad was in the passenger seat with me. While we were driving, I heard an emergency vehicle siren, so I looked in my rear-view mirror, and see a police car following behind me with its lights flashing.
Immediately, I started wondering "What did I do wrong? Was I speeding? Did I run a stop-sign or something?" But regardless, I knew I had to pull over. The only place I could pull over was at what appeared to be an empty lot that looked like it was cleared for a construction site. So, I park my car, then I shut off the engine... and then I get out of my car, get down on my knees, put my hands on my head, and just wait.
Then, after a few moments of waiting, I realized "Wait a minute... this isn't what you're supposed to do when you get pulled over; you're supposed to just wait in your car. What am I doing? You don't get out, unless the cop explicitly tells you to do so." But I figured it would be awkward if I just stood up and got back in my car after going through the trouble of getting out. So, I just stayed where I was for the time being. 
So, four ponies get out of the patrol car, and two of them look like cops, with uniforms, but the other two are not cops. Why were ponies driving a car? I don't know; it's just how my dream went, so just go along with it. One of the "cops" had a cream-yellow hide, and dark-blonde mane and tail that were both slicked back; this guy is basically the major character of my dream, and will basically be there from now until the end.
The other cop pony, on the other hand, was shorter than his partner, with a brown hide, black, messy mane and tail, and a mustache. He looked like, for lack of a better description, a ponyfied version of a short, fat, Mexican dude.
And the two remaining stallions looked like, well... stereotypical delinquents, if you can picture them as ponies. Like, "bad guys," pretty much.
Anyway, the blonde stallion picked up a shotgun from his car (yes, he could perfectly carry a shotgun while walking on his hind legs), and started using it to prod the two criminals, like he wants them to walk to a specific spot. The whole time this is happening, I'm thinking "What's going on here? Did he pull me over, or is it for those two? Am I related to this in any way? Should I just leave?"
The two cops and criminals are just completely ignoring me (as well as my father, who was just sitting in the car, not saying a word). The stallion cop with the shotgun then spoke to one of the two criminals, and he said, in a menacing, Sylvester Stallone-style voice, something like: "If I turn you in... you're gonna go to court... get a prison sentence from the judge... and spend years in a cell...
"...But that wouldn't be justice! Animals like you deserve worse than that! The law isn't gonna give you the punishment you really deserve! So instead... I'm gonna be the judge... and I'm gonna carry out true justice!"
And then, he fires his shotgun at the criminal, blowing off one of his front hooves. The criminal, of course, screams out in pain for a while, and then he shouts "NO! PLEASE! DON'T LET ME LIVE THE REST OF MY LIFE LIKE THIS!" And it seemed like such a stupid thing to say, because, y'know, it was already too late. His hoof was off. And I was just still there, on the ground, kneeling with my hands behind my head, and my dad was still in the car.
But then, the cop with the shotgun finally acknowledges our presence; he walks over to us, and tells us to get away from the car, and start moving pieces of 2x4 wood board nearby. Now, I don't know if a cop has the authority to just give random orders to civilians, but my dad and I don't want to piss him off, because he was the one with the shotgun who just shot someone. He was like a "loose cannon who doesn't play by the rules!" so we're just gonna do as he says, because neither of us want to get shot as well.
So, my dad gets out of the car, and I stand up, and we go over to the wood laying on the ground, and start moving it away. And underneath the wood is a pit in the ground, about a meter deep. Now, you might think that the cop is gonna dump the two criminals into the pit, but no, that's not what happened at all. The stallion cop went back to his patrol car, and got two cages out from the trunk of his car, and inside the cages were two roosters with razor blades attached to their talons.
He then dumps the two roosters into the pit, and then they begin fighting; it's a cockfight. And then, out of nowhere, a crowd of people and ponies appear, and start cheering and placing bets on which rooster they think will be the winner of the fight. Eventually, one rooster wins, the cop gets a bunch of money from everyone who bet on the loser, and then the crowd dissipates and leaves.
The whole time... I guess they were all just ignoring the stallion with his hoof blown off. 
So then, the cop told me and my father to drive home, and I was like "Good, I want to get out of here!" So, my dad and I got back in the car, and we started driving home. I look back in my rear-view mirror, and see that the cop, the one who used the shotgun, is following us in his patrol car, but his partner and the two criminals are not with him. I guess he just left them behind, at the construction site.
Anyway, the cop followed me and my dad all the way home (but the weird thing was that our "home" was not a house that I ever lived in, in real life. I've lived in three houses in my lifetime, but the one in my dream was not any of them). When we arrived at our "home," the cop walked up to us, and tells us to go inside the house. I'm not sure what the hell he wants, but we do as he says, because he's clearly a dangerous guy who shoots others and holds cockfights.
We go inside the house, and cop follows us in, and then he starts telling us to remove the floorboards of the floor of the house. So we do as he says, and it's just like back at the construction site; there was a pit underneath. Then the stallion cop tells us he has wolves... WOLVES... in the trunk of his car, and he's going to make the two wolves fight in the pit in our house, and make more money off people betting on them.
So, I look in the pit, and then I began to panic, because just like the one before, it was only a meter deep. I realize that if the cop puts two wolves in the pit, they're not going to stay down there very long; they'll just hop right out, then they'll start attacking people, and they might attack me. It would work if it was another cockfight, because a rooster couldn't get out of the pit, but a wolf would have no fucking problem.
So, the cop leaves, presumably to check on his wolves, and I jump into the pit with a shovel and hastily start digging, trying to make it deeper so the wolves can fight without a problem. But then, my mom suddenly arrived home, after apparently being away, but she was in a bad mood for some reason. And I begin to worry about her possibly saying something that will offend the stallion cop, and then he'll shoot her with his shotgun, because he's obviously a fucking psychopath.
However, when the cop came back in, he pulled out a vacuum cleaner, and started pretending that he came over to help out with chores, and my mom seems to think "This is not suspicious at all!" She just blindly accepts that there's a cop, let alone that he's a pony, vacuuming our house, but thankfully, any potential crisis is averted.
So, after a little while of pretending to do chores, the stallion cop comes up to me and says: "Hey kid, I really like you. Come with me; let's go get steak together!" I was confused, and didn't know what to say. But I knew that he could screw me over with a shotgun, or razor-talon roosters, or wolves, if he wanted, so I just agree, saying "Yeah, sure! Let's go!"
We then left the house, and while it was afternoon in the dream, leading to evening on the drive home, by now, it was nighttime. So, the two of us drove to the downtown region of the city at night, and it was pretty lively, almost like a "clean" version of Las Vegas, though we were in a lush, green place rather than a desert (it was just a fictional location in-dream, not any city that exists in real life).
Anyway, we meet two mares, and the cop starts flirting with them. Then, the mares start walking around with us, like if we were in an RPG and they joined our "party." And the whole time, I'm panicking, because I feel like it's only a matter of time before the stallion cop does something violent and/or illegal.
So, we arrive at a steak restaurant... and then, he orders doughnuts, and the waiter served us doughnuts. So, I'm just awkwardly sitting at the table, with a plate of doughnuts in front of me, and for some reason, I decide that now is a good time to address my concerns with the cop.
I say "Hey, man... about those wolves..."
Then his eyes widen, and he goes "Oh, right! The wolves! Yeah, they probably suffocated in my trunk by now. Oh well..."
...And then, I got a phone call in real life, which woke me up, ending the dream.
So, yeah... another nonsensical dreamscape my mind decided to scrap together from bits and pieces from my subconscious. I hope it was good enough to tide you all over in preparation for my next story, which will be a prequel of sorts to the Find Her saga. So, be sure to stick around if you're interested!
It's really weird what we can dream about, isn't it? I dreamt yesterday about zombies, who could still talk normally and act like living humans, plus also drive, but rather like they were drunk
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I agree, some of these things are pretty strange! And those zombies sound kinda like the ones from Resident Evil infected by the C-Virus, capable of using firearms, and operating land and air vehicles.
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Yeah