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// Dreams 
// Story: The Dreams of Octavia and Vinyl Scratch 
// by Silver-Brony 
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Fame, fortune, true love, world peace. Joining the Wonderbolts, conquering Equestria, caring for animal. Complicated or simple. Big or small. Foalish or mature. Fun or serious. Dark or light. Hard or easy.

They are like green bud glazed in soft dew beneath the pink sky of the rising sun. Inside there are pedals of red, orange, yellow, white, purple waiting to spread and absorb the sun light. But flowers don't grow from air, they come from plant, which come from seeds, which are buried into the ground. Ponies, just as seed, begin only knowing of themselves, and that they are somewhere, perhaps underground. But then they germinate, and they grow, they start taking in the world. For the first time they see the sun, they grow leaves and feed themselves, no longer dependent on what they had been given as a foal. They think on what they want, what they like, what they want to do when they are fully grown. These are dreams, the buds that can flower, and give beauty to a plant, but the plant has to open them. 

But not even the plant knows what the buds will look like once they flower. They photosynthesize and pump sugar into the growth of the flowers. Flowers are an investment, plant's don't know how they will look, but they make them regardless. Ponies can only do the same thing, put everything they have, everything they are into their dreams, and hope that they turn out for the better.

But this bud can be thousands of feet up, high in the clouds on the tip of a beanstalk. It seems all but impossible to lift the nutrients and water all the way to the bud. Dreams might not be the easiest to chase, but perhaps that bud, the small case that holds so much beauty inside can blossom. Even through the darkest of nights, the cloudiest days, the foggiest of mornings buds can flower if the plant is persistent.