The End
Applejack awoke with such a start that she tumbled out of bed, Kicks McGee tangling in the sheet so that she dangled onto the floor. Cold sweat ran down her face as she shook and focused on just breathing.
"Only a dream," she whispered to herself. "Only a dream."
With some effort, she untangled her leg from the sheet and scooted to the door. The swimming of her vision suggested that walking would not be the greatest idea. She crawled the short distance down the hallway to the bathroom, whereupon she emptied her stomach into the toilet.
She groaned. "Never again." Her voice was like steel wool scratching at a pot of thick sludge. "Never ever again, I don't care what Rainbow Dash s--"
The toilet got a second helping.
After she found the strength to stand, the roiling in her stomach quelling to tolerable levels, she cleaned herself up. The mirror showed dark circles under her eyes. Her mane was bedraggled, more than simple bedhead would account for. She smacked her lips, then ran her face under the tap once more for good measure.
Her headache had momentarily dissipated, but she was feeling worn out. Listlessly, she dragged herself back into her room, every creak of the floorboards causing her to wince. The last thing she needed was Big Macintosh or Granny Smith seeing her this way.
"Never, ever again," she whispered.
Clambering back into bed, she wrapped herself in the sheets and shivered against the form of the other pony, still asleep.
"It was so creepy," she mumbled. "There was explosions... And giant robots... And my friends were there, and me, 'cept most of us was colts..." She shivered again. "Maybe it was some kinda premonition? Or maybe repressed guilt over my parents? Twilight's always talkin' about stuff like that..." She closed her eyes. "What d'you think?"
The form beside her stirred.
"Trixie is not paying you to talk," she groaned. "Go back to sleep."