Fluttershy woke in a cold sweat.
Immediately she flew out of bed, both figuratively and literally, straight to her writing desk.
It was the dream again, that same damn dream. The details were blurring as she entered the waking world.
She remembered the butterflies, pink and yellow, just like the ones on her backside. They would swarm her,
cover her, but never in reach. Then there was the forest. The tall oak woods had surrounded her. these trees
weren't like, say, the Everfree however. They were gaunt and frail looking. They seemed to twist and bend around
in impossible ways, though how this was done was now lost to her.
Her notes were done for now, the memory had now faded to the point where no new information could be gathered. Soon the dream itself would fade, leaving her only with her scattered notes.
Fluttershy heaved a weary sigh, reading over the notes. There was nothing in this dream then. She flipped back through what was once her diary, now the site for her mad "dream journal". It was the same dream each page. There were little differences of course. But in every dream there was always the swarm of butterflies and the impossible forest.
Fluttershy's mind began to wander as she read over the dreams. Why was she having these dreams? Was it the elements trying to tell her something? Twilight had told her that the elements will try to contact you if something is awry. But if that's the case, what was wrong? Fluttershy turned a glimpse toward the window. It was a beautiful morning. The sun was preparing for it's expedition across the sky, bathing the fields in a warm golden glow. With a smile, Fluttershy saw some of her critters waking, ready for whatever the day had to throw at them. Fluttershy's gaze held there for a while, it was an easy escape for her little problem. Eventually however she did return to her book, and with that her problem. No, whatever these dreams are they aren't the elements, everything is fine. But what else could they mean. Fluttershy wasn't sure.
With that thought Fluttershy's alarm clock decided to make itself known, the blaring tone of the device forcing Fluttershy out of her stupor. With a bemused smile Fluttershy gently trotted over to the clock and ended the alarm. She was awake now and it was time for the day to start. As she was heading down the stairs however she glanced back at the journal. She stopped. The book remained there, unmoving, yet despite this Fluttershy knew that the book was taunting her. the mysteries inside scratched at the back of her conscious, begging to be unraveled. Fluttershy considered this for a time. It would be so easy to return to that book and brood over its meaning for who knows how long. However, Fluttershy had responsibilities to consider, those critters wouldn't wait for her forever after all. So with reluctance, Fluttershy kept moving down. After all, it was just a dream.
Having made her way down Fluttershy began breakfast. A simple affair, two slices of toast with a small cup of tea. The preparation, long since becoming muscle memory for Fluttershy allowed her mind to wander. It didn't take long for her thoughts to return to the dream. There was something about it, something so... off about it. Why were the butterflies, the same as her cutie-mark? why did the trees seem so impossible, despite being unable to justify a reason why? Fluttershy was being suffocated by these thoughts. Instinctively she put a hoof to her head. As if she could physically block the dream from her mind. This action attracted the attention of a certain white rabbit. Who prodded Fluttershy to get her attention. A vain attempt however, Fluttershy was far too occupied to acknowledge her physical surroundings. The prodding continued which then formed into fully fledged kicking. This was more effective, forcing Fluttershy into the fold.
"Huh, what was- oh! it's just you Angel" Fluttershy was dazed. peering down she saw Angel bunny looking up at her, a deep frown creasing his face. Fluttershy didn't have to guess what was worrying him.
"Oh, i'm sorry Angel I-, uh, I don't know what came over me" This was a lie. Obviously. Angel bunny wasn't buying it either. He shook his head and pointed frantically at Fluttershy, demanding a real answer. Fluttershy didn't want to tell him. But, she reasoned, it wasn't as if Angel was going to tell anybody. With a sigh and a smile, she gently reached down to Angel to nuzzle him.
"You're right Angel, I shouldn't lie." Angel, arms crossed, backed out of Fluttershy's nuzzle. Get to the point.
"Oh, sorry Angel. It's just... I've been having these strange dreams lately." Angel made a beckoning motion, more information. Fluttershy sighed.
"Well, they always seem to involve these butterflies." Fluttershy found sharing this very uncomfortable, like talking about your bowel movements. "And the butterflies always to seem to flock around and- Oh! they look exactly like the ones on my cutie-mark." Angel inspected Fluttershy's cutie-mark, as if the secrets of the dreams would burst out. After a time Angel looked back to Fluttershy, wanting more information. Fluttershy didn't like talking this much.
"There was also a strange forest where the trees did..." Fluttershy strained to remember. "they did... Oh, i'm sorry Angel I just can't remember, but they did something" This seemed to satisfy Angel, who's expression softened. Fluttershy let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. The interrogation was over. Angel looked pensive for a time. Then with a snapping motion Angel hopped into the lounge.
"Angel?" Fluttershy trotted after, maybe the rabbit had something planned. Walking into the lounge Fluttershy found Angel stomping all over some magazines she left, on the coffee table. Upon seeing Fluttershy, Angel promptly picked up a magazine at random, opened it and began waving at her face. Despite Fluttershy's affinity with animals, Fluttershy can't actually speak with them. Rather she simply interpretes what they are trying to say, which she was failing at in this case. So the game of Charades began.
"You want me to... model again?" Angel shook his head. Ditching the magazine. Angel tried again.
"You, er, want to renovate?" Angel facepalmed. He began to search the living room, hunting for something. He seemed to have found it when he began jumping over a different book. This one being one of Rarity's 'interesting' novels. Fluttershy blushed briefly.
"You want me to read something?" Angel made another beckoning motion.
"Well I don't see how reading THAT will help" Fluttershy wondered why she even had that book in the first place. Angel
again face palmed, and began to gesture to the whole pile of books in a sweeping motion.
Fluttershy took a moment, to consider it. Books, why books in general? Then it hit her. Of course. "Oh, you want me to read about the dream... right?" Angel nodded his head furiously. The game was over.
Thinking about it why hadn't she thought of that? it wasn't as if this was the first time these dreams had bothered her. Sighing she looked down at Angel. "Well, I'll go see if Twilight has something that can help." Angel simply gave a final nod. "Oh... and thank you Angel" Angel paid this comment no heed however, hopping away. Oh well.
With the promise of knowledge fresh on the mind Fluttershy headed for the door, at least until a familiar rumbling in the gut pulled her back. Fluttershy simply blushed to herself and went back to finish her morning, uninterrupted. Her dreams could wait ten minuets couldn't they? It was a tougher decision than it ought to be.