//------------------------------// // The dream (edited) // Story: One Way Trip // by SoulSpirit //------------------------------// My mind empty, relaxed, in a calm bliss. Just laying there in the open field of grass. The grass waving in the wind resembling a dark green ocean. A bright, full fluorescent moon was high in the night sky surrounded by millions upon millions of stars. That was all. Just me, the grass, and the night sky. But that didn’t last long. In an instant, the sun rose up to assist the moon in forming an eclipse. The grass melted and changed color. The field was now forming a grid. Every square of the grid took a checkered design with unique color combinations. Then, popping into existence, appeared a crazy looking chair. I couldn’t make out much of the details due to a black mist like fog around it.  I could tell that it was tall, kinda like a throne, red, and had ridiculously long antlers. Then a disturbing voice, sounding male, came into play. “Quite the creature you are, little human. We shall meet on the field of battle, you with weapon in hoof. There, we’ll fight to decide fate itself. Hahaaa haa haah haahhaha-” “AWAKE!” Boomed a familiar voice. My eyes opened instantaneously and I shot straight up, adrenaline at large. “Fucking hell.” I mumbled, rather groggy. My head started to pound like my brain was trying to ram its way out. A few things took my notice. First, I definitely wasn’t under my tree of isolation. In fact, I’m on a couch, inside the library. The fuck!? Second, I noticed that the fur on my muzzle, just below my eyes and somewhat down my cheeks, was slightly moist. What!?!? “What’s wrong?” asked a feminine, yet familiar, voice filled with worry.  Upon seeing Twilight at the stairway, I remembered every second of the events that had unfolded the night before. The hell was I thinking? Telling such a secret to some random pony. Now I have no choice but to trust her. “Nothing, just a bad dream is all.” Trying to dismiss her. I failed. “What about?” Damn, she’s persistent. “It’s just a dream, Twilight.” I decided to be equally as persistent. “Please!” She unleashed the same overpowering, illegally ludacris, face that she did last time to get to me. Fucking hell, maybe that face could be considered mental abuse. I toyed with that thought in my head. Then I got an idea, a way to get something that I want, no, need. There has never been anything wrong with mutual exchange before, right? “Okay Twilight, I will. But on one condition.” “Name it.” Twilight replied, her curiosity ever growing. “Before that, please give me a bit.” “You don’t know?” “I didn’t say that. I know exactly what I want. There is just something I have to do before that.” “That is?” “Watch the sunrise.” I replied with a smile. I made my way out the door and upon doing so I found a bench just to the right of the stairs to slouch on. The ground ahead was dark. Only after around five minutes of sitting, I spotted a wave of light slowly approaching me on the ground. I took this as my cue to look up. Beautiful! Is all I can think. And there are no clouds to obstruct my view of this enchanting sight. With only the tip of the sun showing on the horizon still rising to claim its.domain yet again. Casting various mixes of yellow, orange, and pink. New, but at the same time, so familiar. The tranquility of the sight before me now sent my mind into a new state. But what is it? Ah, that’s it, bliss. True bliss now flooding and engulfing my mind. I’m doing my best to stretch out the moment of this blessed feeling, not wanting to let it go. “But all good things must come to an end,” said a voice. I knew where it was coming from. Where else but my head would the same voice from my dream be coming from? I wasn’t going to physically react to it though. Not that I cared that much. I know that what he had said is true. What happened next shocked me to the core. “But when the time comes for them to end, will you be ready?” This voice was new, still coming from my head though. How do these voices find their way into my head? There is something different about this voice though. Not only does it sound old, it also sounds like hundreds of sources were speaking at once in perfect unison. Shit, I hope I’m not tripping right now. “Morning…...Spirit, was it?” Spike inquired. As he spoke, I began to relax, knowing it is safe. “Yes, Spike. Say, you’re up way earlier than I expected.” “Twilight got me up to get some food on the table, that is, after bringing you back in. But you looked uneasy, and after last time. . . .” “Spike, you won’t have to worry about that happening again, at the time, I was almost in a state of panic. I didn’t know where I was, nor remember how I got there. So what did I do to avoid running around like a headless chicken? I let my instincts take control. All because of the fact there was nothing familiar to take comfort in.” I explained, knowing not to expect him to understand. “I know what that can be like, I’ve seen it before, just not so intense.” “I’m sorry, no pony or dragon should have to see or experience that. Let alone understand it.” “It’s alright. Say, what did you and Twilight talk about after I left yesterday?” “You can ask Twilight that.” She would know whether or not he was ready to hear that without misunderstanding it. “Come on, let’s go inside before Twilight thinks something happened to us and starts worrying.” “That sounds best,” I said in agreement. I sat at the kitchen table across from Twilight, Spike taking a seat after placing pancakes in front of everyone's spot. “Thank you, Spike.” Twilight and I said in almost unison. “No problem,” he responded in kind. Twilight started a conversation with me after watching me eat for a minute. “So, about earlier, what is your condition?” She politely waited for me to swallow the fluffy goodness to empty my mouth, to avoid being rude by talking with my mouth full. “Yes. I want you to teach me to use magic.” This sure as hell surprised her. “What kind of magic do you have in mind?” she asked with caution in her voice. “Not like that, I mean I don’t even know how to activate my magic. As in, I’ve never even lit up my horn before.” Both Twilight and Spike gasped at that. “How is that even possible?” in a surprisingly deadpan manner after a gasp like that. “Celestia really didn’t tell you anything about me did she?” I would have expected that she would have by now if not before sending me here through crazy teleportation. “No, just a last minute heads up that she was going to send you.” “Then I don’t think you are going to believe, let alone like, the small life story I have to tell seeing that there is no way to back it up except with the word of the Princess herself. And maybe an x-ray.” That last sentence made me crack up a little on the inside, even making me softly smile a little. “Try me. Couldn’t be more unbelievable than my story.” I can tell that she was beginning to get a little overconfident. “I have a condition.” “Name it.” I shook my head. Her face changing to one of confusion. “Before that, I would like to as much closure to the deal we already have before making another.” “Oh, right. I accept to teach you magic starting from the basics. Now, tell me of your dream.” I think I will use her curiosity against her. If I am to tell her about some silly dream, I am going to make sure that she will WANT to hear it all the way through. My plan to do this, I personally believed was clever, was to start by sharing what was said in the middle of the dream. “We shall meet on the field of battle, you with weapon in hoof. There we fight to decide fate itself.” “What?” She asked, and I knew that she got curious just as planned. I even spotted our little drake friend come closer. “If everypony is done, how about we take this to the couch? I believe it’s story time.” I smirked. It only took a few minutes before we were done cleaning up and got situated on the couch. “Is the door locked?” “Yes.” “Windows?” Didn’t want another pegasus hovering right outside listening in on us. “Yep.” “Let’s begin.” Obviously, I started from the beginning. Describing to the both of them the field of grass and the pretty night sky. I described the metamorphosis of the environment and the home-style throne that appeared out of nowhere into existence surrounded in shadow. Even the soulless eyes to be seen through. Even perfectly reciting exactly word for word what the voice said. Then, just for shits and giggles, included the booming voice shouting ‘awake’. After I finished telling her the details of everything that happened in the dream, I looked over to her expecting to see some sort of expression saying that what I just said was just plain silly. But that’s not what I saw. I now see a fair mix of worry and concern on both Twilight and Spike. “Don’t tell me you are taking this dream seriously you two. It’s a dream, dreams don’t ever mean anything.” I was trying to do my best to get them to realize that. It wasn’t  working. “Have you had this dream more than once?” Twilight questioned. “Ya, but at first it was just up until the point to where the chair appeared.” “What’s a human?” Spike asked, almost like as if he had been trying desperately to find a chance to ask. “That’s a story for another time.” I replied. *Knock. Knock.* “We’ll be open soon, come back later!” Twilight called through the door. “Twilight Sparkle, we request an audience with Spirit!” Now I recognize that voice. I got up, made my way to the door, and opened it. “Good morning, Luna, your highness.” I greeted.