The darkness came and it went. With the lights of cars lighting up my room, and me sweating in panic as another nightmare had occurred. I rolled over, and the sweat on my back instantly became cool. It felt so cold it made me shiver a little.

Yawn, I sat up, no longer feeling tired and turned on the light. There in the corner laid Pinkie curled up in a ball sleeping on top of the pillow that had fallen off. She slumbered, as if my mind was toying with me. I tried my hardest to make her disappear, the usual tricks, rubbing my eyes, closing them. Oh well. Some say the world will end in fire, and I humbly disagree. I've always believed our own insanity would seep out, destroying us all. Many believe it will be ice, and as Frost would say, I think I would rather perish twice that way.

Pinkie began to stir, as her eyes opened. With a yawn and a stretch she looked at me. "Geez think you could have slept a little longer?" Pinkie had her eyes half open, and her mane even more tangled up than usual.

"Sorry, nightmares. You know the usual." It was very odd how one pony seems to always be around me. Not sure if it's because she's my favorite, or just the simple fact she likes being there for beings of any kind.

She stretched one more time "Okay, then what is the dream about?"

"About, well my past mainly." I sat there to collect my thoughts and try my best to detail the dream. Explaining as much detail as I could, with Pinkie's eyes slowly widening.

"... and then I watched myself jump off a building, essentially watching my own death. Funny thing is, that didn't wake me up, but the cold feelings that shot throughout my body did. I sat there for a second as my body became colder and colder as I watched my own blood drain onto sidewalk." Pinkie sat there for a puzzled look for a second, then she gave a great big smile.

"Well that was an odd dream to have. Would a cookie and some coffee make you feel better?' She was bouncing up and down in front of my door.

I smiled, letting out a little laugh. Some how even when this dream reoccurs, I forget I ever had it. It's the same every time, but it goes away from my thoughts. "Sure Pinkie let's go get some coffee."

I opened my door when suddenly a feeling hit me. A wave of darkness overcame me, petrifying me. Suddenly rage began to well up, making me want to yell at the top of my lungs and push in someone's eyeballs. Immediately afterwards I collapsed on the floor and began to sob my eyes out. Pinkie quickly came over to me, nudging at me.

"Come on Ben, get up." Her nudges finally got me to calm down, and that's when I realized how bad my mind has gotten.

"I'm... I'm sorry Pinkie, I don't know what came over me. I'm going insane I guess."

I went back to my room and grabbed my vaporizer. The calming taste of marijuana began to consume me. At first my body began to relax, and then everything else followed.

I turned to Pinkie, "Okay, lets go get some cookies and coffee now."