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// A Dream of Reality 
// Story: Broned 
// by xXQw3rtyXx 
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February 25, 2013

Turns out, one of my cos-play friends lived right upstairs, on the ninth floor. Awesome, someone to hang out with. 

Well, like 3/4 of a year and my parents hadn't returned. But never lose hope, never lose sight. 

My watch beeped 2:00 A.M, but I really didn't care. I sat back, making some brony videos for YouTube. I didn't know what do anymore, no more parents to guide me, just slowly becoming the albino in my dark room. I wonder when I would've needed glasses. 

"Guess it's time for bed, right Fluttershy?" I glanced at the picture of Fluttershy on my wall. Yes, that's how crazy I've become. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, then lie down on my bed.

I closed my eyes.

"Reality is reality isn't it, it's not like someone can just dream into another reality, not like you can just teleport to your fantasy in a blink of an eye, reality isn't a dream, where you can control what happens," I recited Margaret E. Wilson.

I've been asleep for awhile, when a red glow encased my vision for a couple seconds, pretty faint. Thought it was a car. I opened my eyes for a couple seconds, just to immediately close them again. It was so bright, and my bed had become so hard. I slowly peeled open my eyelids, to look up at blue sky, with still clouds and many birds, many fat birds.

"What the hell?" I said. I realized I wasn't on my bed anymore. I stood up, on top of luscious green grass. 

Then suddenly I realized I was staring a purple pony square in the face, and it was not a dream.