“For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.”
― Charles Bukowski
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I felt strange…
That was the most lucid dream I’ve ever had in my life. However, I don’t think I could have imagined this Luna character on my own. Sure I’ve heard of her before, and I’ve seen crude pictures of her, but I’ve never actually seen her. Her figure was way to clear in my dream. The few dreams I remember are always a little fuzzy, and yet she could still be seen in my mind as if someone shoved a picture of her in my head through my ear. The way she blushed at the end was really cute…
SCREEEEEEEEEEEETCH!!!!
Trains in equestria must be missing something that trains back home do cause the parking job was abrubt! I literally slide off my bench and slammed my head onto the one in front of me. Nothing like mild head trauma avoid awkward thoughts!!!
Twilight sees this, and starts using her magic to heal me while blubbering out something in regards to me looking my best for Celestia. Before I can tell her not to worry about the bump on my head it’s already gone. My hand rubbed my head, as all I could feel was a slight ticklish feeling. Twilight was already waiting for me at the exit after I finished examining my head, saying something about sticking to the schedule.
All eyes were on us as we walked and/or trotted towards the castle. It’s not everyday that a princess and an alien walk by you. Their eyes were like giant dinner plates. I wasn't too distracted by this since my anxiety was slowly rising with each step closer towards the castle.
Twilight was going on and on about how nice, and understanding Celestia is, and that I had nothing to be afraid of. This would have normally calmed me, but her higher than usual attention to detail in regards to this trip made me feel otherwise. I could read her body language well enough to tell that she was feeling anxious, and it was rubbing off on me. It was almost like her sub-conscious and/or body language was telling me, “you have to make a good first impression or else”. Or else what? Was my lucid dream not really a dream or was I going insane with stress over nothing, but the product of my over active mind? Maybe I should tell Twilight about the strange dream.
Twlight, seemed to notice the pensive look on my face, and broke the silence first, “What’s wrong Matt? You seem distracted.”
“I had a strange dream…”
“Oh what about?”
I was about to start telling her about Luna when a thought crossed my mind. Did Luna dream talk to me because she didn’t want Twilight or her sister to know she was trying to warn me? I could tell Twlight was looked up to Celestia, and it would be safe to assume she’d tell Celestia. My gut told me that even a “Pinkie Promise” wasn’t a guarantee she'd keep silent. Either way I decided it wasn’t worth risking my secret source of information, at least not until I could figure out if my dream’s warning was valid. Or if I was going insane...or at least more than usual.
“About Pinkie Pie actually. She was just… bouncing around in my field of vision. I think we were at a carnival.”
“Oh I wouldn’t worry about that. That’s just Pinkie being Pinkie.”
“Wait, are you saying she can enter dreams?”
“It’s possible," Twilight responded as she started to rub the back of her head. "I’ve learned the hard way that’s it’s not worth the effort to question what she may or may not be able to do.”
“Is entering a dream possible with magic?” I asked, hoping taking advantage of the convenient segway.
“Princess Luna can. She helps to ease the nightmares of our citizens,” responded Twilight.
So maybe I’m not going insane. I mean I’m still questioning it since I’m in the land of magical ponies, but I’ll take my baby steps when I can get them.
“Couldn't that be considered an invasion of privacy?” I asked with more annoyance than I meant to.
“Well she never divulges what she sees with others unless it's of grave importance, and nopony really minds once she helps them with their nightmares.” Twilight’s face had a slight frown on her face when she looked up to me, “Is the idea of Pinkie looking at your dreams really that troubling? Even if she did, I know she’d never tell another soul what she saw.”
“This whole dream jumping paranoia is not what I need right now. How about you though?” Hoping to steer the conversation away from Luna. “You’ve seem tense since we got on the train. Is there something I should know about my meeting with Princess Celestia?”
“What? No! Everything’s fine. Why wouldn’t it be fine?” If her eyes were shifting any faster I’d think she was starting to go into a seizure or something. I smirked internally at how terrible she is at lying. I never teased her about it because her lousy poker face helped me learn pony facial expressions rather quickly once I read that book on body language. Not to mention it was cute as hell.
Not wanting to risk getting her suspicious that I knew something, I dropped the conversation, and soon after, we settled back to our walk in silence to the point that I started to let my mind wander off in hopes to calm down.
“Oh my gosh! This is going to be really hard to fit into my schedule!”
I snapped back to reality to look down and find two members of the royal guard in front of Twilight. They must have told her something really important to make her look so frantic.
“Matt I’m so sorry, but I can’t introduce you to Princess Celestia. Some unexpected duties regarding some zebra ambassadors just came up, and I have to go. These guard mares will escort you the rest of the way!”
Before I could even take a breath to respond she already vanished in a flash of lavender colored light.
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The rest of the walk towards the palace was more or less uneventful. I felt like I should have been in awe over the architecture, but between getting used to all the crazy pony related stuff in my life for the last month, and trying to figure out Luna’s warning, it kinda just flew over my head. Maybe I’ll appreciate the view on my way out.
“Hey guys, do you mind if we make a quick detour to the restroom?”
One of them gave me a look that said, “You’d dare make the Princess wait?” The other guard merely shrugged, and changed course.
For those of you who are new to school or job interviews let me share a little bit of advice. Do not go into an interview thirsty. You have no idea how fast the stress of an interview will dry up your mouth till it feels like you have cotton balls in your mouth. That makes it significantly harder to talk naturally, and can make you come off as tongue-tied, and even more nervous than you really are. Which can actually make you even more nervous and you end up with a snowball effect of self-consciousness. Hit up the water fountain or bring a bottle of water with you. Just make sure you’re hydrated.
One quick piss, and the consumption of about a half a gallon of water from the faucet later, I found myself staring at my reflection. I needed a moment to zone-out meditate to refresh myself. My thoughts seemed to focus on Luna again. I pictured her standing in front of me, while trying to imagine what else she was trying to tell me…
“DO NOT TRY TO DECEIVE TO OUR SISTER!!!! EVEN THOUGH YOU ARE NOT ONE OF OUR SUBJECTS, SHE HAS HAD OVER TWO MILLENNIA TO READ EMOTIONS FROM PONIES AND NUMEROUS OTHER CREATURES BODY LANGUAGE. DON’T GIVE HER A REASON TO MISTRUST YOU!!!!!”
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So I know my mind well enough to know that my subconscious did not have my imagination of Luna say that.
On the bright side, I’ve now discovered two things. Princess Luna did in fact talk to me in my dreams, and can apparently communicate with me briefly through my daydreams.
The second is that the room suddenly smells like shit…
Rarity is gonna kill me for ruining the underwear she made me.