The day after that baffling event, I woke up coughing, which isn't anything too out of the ordinary when you're sick. It was a pretty asphyxiating cough, however, but luckily, it went away rather swiftly.
After that forced awakening, I looked up to the ceiling once again, wondering what had happened the night before. Everything seemed so normal in that moment; I refused to believe that last night had been real.
Almost at the same time, I heard the sound of hooves once again, the same sound I had heard when I fell asleep. Puzzled, I tried to find the source of the sound, but my body didn't feel too well and insisted in staying in bed for a long, long while.
After feeling my own body stab me with pain, I directed my eyes towards the ceiling once again, as if to contemplate my absolute misery in that position.
"Nothing will happen..." I said some after that. I spoke too soon, it seems, because the sound of hooves returned, stronger than before. It sounded a little different, though: it sounded more like hooves against dirt or sand, as opposed to something like concrete in the other two occasions.
And then it hit me.
On the corner of my room, on the ceiling, a tree was growing. It didn't seem any similar to real life trees, but it sure looked like the trees from the show. It was an orange tree, or brown, whatever you want to call it; it was just an autumnal tree, which stood out by the fact that it was a little too bright.
And then, right next to it, appeared a second tree, identical to the first. I moved my eyes towards a random spot on the ceiling, trying to put away those thoughts and vision, but to no avail: wherever it was that my eyes were directed, nothing but trees appeared.
After a long while of baffled eye movements and spontaneous blooming, I noticed a path were there was no trees to speak of, just an empty space.
The sound of hooves against the dirt came a second time, but only seemed to get louder with every passing second, instead of fading away like in other occasions.
But the weirdest was just about to happen: as soon as I noticed that line with the lack of trees, I heard a distant rumbling, not different from the one that trucks do, getting louder and louder.
I left out a simple but communicating ‘huh?’ before seeing something stranger even:
There were leaves falling from the ceiling. The tiny trees were dropping their leaves all over my bedroom, making it seem like a snowfall, but of fire. The effect looked cool now that I look back on it, but in that moment it was something that made me question my sanity with worrying frequency.
After some seconds of my progressively agitating breath, I heard a voice that was a little too familiar:
"Yes, and grudge rhymes with fudge!"
I don't think there's a word that could express my feelings in that very instant, but it was certainly the strangest moment of the last week, or maybe the entire month.
I asked to the ceiling, and I'm not even joking:
"Where are you, Pinkie?"
Looking back on it, that must have been the least smart moment of my entire life. I completely knew I was hallucinating, but still asked a pastel-colored pony if she was hiding somewhere.
I think there should be an award for that kind of delusion.
I think nothing but a few seconds passed when I could distinguish two figures between the trees, running together. It was pretty obvious then, and it’s even more obvious now: Rainbow Dash and Applejack.
They were running on my ceiling.
Upside down.
While leaves fell on my bed.
My mind noticed that two last details for too long of a time, seeing as I barely missed something very important:
A tiny stone on my ceiling seemed to be in Applejack’s path, just like in the show.
While I did try to tell her about it, what purpose would it have served? It would have been senseless, but it would have been at least something; at least I was enjoying that sickening insanity instead of being terrified by it like yesterday.
Before I could talk, Applejack tripped over the stone, that was pretty big considering their sizes, and flew off the ceiling, towards me, growing as she approached me. My mind had a little bit of a conflict there: should I have felt scared? Surprised? Interested? It didn’t seem to make up his own mind, and Applejack was still falling towards me.
She landed on the bed with a thud, beside me. She was completely motionless after that. I spun myself around to get a better look at her, but only realized I was on the edge on the bed after that: with my spin of ‘are you okay, Applejack?’ I only managed to get myself out of bed with a fall.
My body touched the cold ceramic floor, and in that moment, I officially woke up: every single vision was dispelled, only one thing remaining: Applejack was still on the bed. Well, not really the Applejack that had fallen, but a figurine of her. I bought her like five days ago, if I’m not wrong. Five days, which is around the same time I’ve spent with this fever.
After groaning in pain from the sudden freezing welcome the floor gave me, I managed to stand up and went towards the kitchen to get something like an aspirin for the horrible headache that had been messing with me since last night.
After that, I tried to at least wash my hands and my face, to see if I could really wake up after that trippy vision.
My respiration was still having a pretty difficult time, but I think it started to get better: the fever hadn’t really struck me yet, and I was really grateful for it.
From that time, which was around 11 AM, up until a few hours after lunch, around 4 PM, everything went just fine. The only thing that really threw me off was the fact that my entire body ached and I couldn’t really react to things like I normally would: I broke three eggs because of that, and I could barely clean up that mess without feeling dizzier than Rainbow Dash when she went against Trixie.
Of course, not everything went too well that day... and now that we're talking about Rainbow Dash, I think she'd like to hear the tale coming up...