"This is a dream, isn't it?"
Luna nodded. "It is. I must admit, I was rather curious when I noticed a fully formed dream where there previously was none. Forgive me for interrupting, but I had to check."
Lemon shook her head. "Don't worry about it." She paused for a moment. "Wait, are you real? This is all a dream, right? Oh silly me, look at me, talking with a horse in my dreams."
Luna tilted her head to the side, curious. "Did Twilight not tell you about me?"
"Twilight? I haven't seen her in a while and... Wait, you mean like, the other Twilight?" Lemon tapped her fingers on her chin. "You kinda look like that CHS vice-principal lady. Only a horse."
"Are you not one of Twilight's friends?" asked Luna.
"I'm friends with the Twilight that's not a horse," replied Lemon. "I think she did mention something about princesses this or that on this side. So you're, like, the magical horse of dreams or something?"
Luna slowly nodded, unsure. "You... could say so, yes."
"Cool." Lemon looked at Luna, then at herself, then back at Luna. Then back at herself. She screeched, and threw her arms up over parts of her body, crossing her legs.
Luna leaned forward, worried. "Is everything okay?"
"Uh, yeah, um, could you turn around for a sec?" asked Lemon, shifting awkwardly, doing her best to cover all the bits of her naked body she didn't want exposed.
"I..." Luna shook her head. "Of course." She turned, looking away from Lemon.
After a few seconds of quiet swearing, as the girl tried to figure out how exactly to make her own dream go the way she wanted it to, she gave a cough. "Alright, you can turn back around." She'd settled for her old Crystal Prep uniform, not the best but it was the first thing she'd managed to successfully conjure up.
Luna looked at her again. "Oh, I see." She frowned. "Did I see something inappropriate before? I apologise. I usually know better than to interrupt certain types of dreams, but I'm afraid I'm not quite familiar with the finer details of your species' culture. It didn't seem like I was interrupting anything private."
"Oh, no, don't worry about it, you-" Lemon abruptly stopped. "What did you interrupt, exactly? I don't remember where this dream was going before you showed up."
"It looked closer to a nightmare, I would say." Luna stared to her left.
Lemon followed her eyes, and looked to the right. There, seen as if through a screen that occupied the entire wall of the arbitrarily limited white room they stood in, a still image of her body being enveloped in green and pink flames spreading up from beneath her, burning away her clothes in the process. Memories clicked into place. "Oh. That's like what happened to Twilight. Our Twilight. I guess being in magical horse land made me wonder what would happen if I were to be consumed by magic or something."
Luna looked at her from the corner of her eye. "And what do you think would happen, in that case?"
Lemon hesitated for a second. The horse had already seen her naked at that point, and she was curious about the rest of her dream. She shrugged. "Well, you can just let the dream play out. That way we'll both get to see," she replied.
After a moment, Luna nodded. The image on the wall began to move, and both of them watched.