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// Chapter 3: Killer Dreams 
// Story: Lavender Ponyville 
// by Quadraginta 
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	Upon arriving at the library, Twilight immediately set to researching something, anything about dreams. Anything about dreams. Specifically dreams that killed. It seemed silly, yes, but it also seemed silly to check up on Fluttershy she saw her get killed in a dream, only to find her corpse in real life. At this point, Twilight decided nothing was silly anymore.
Book after book after book, Twilight found no answers. She was getting frustrated at this point. Just then, a peculiar cover caught her eye. She looked over to it. 
'Dreams: an Encyclopedia.' She took out the book and began reading it. 
"Dreams: a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep. Many theories have been made about Dreams. One particular neurologist named Ponemund Freud came up with the idea that Dreams symbolized one's deepest desires. Ancient Egyptian ponies believed Dreams to be another world which your soul visited every night when you slept. Today, though, many theories float around saying that dreams aren't all that they seem to be. Dreams-" Twilight started to get impatient and started to skim pages. She flipped through many pages, before she saw the words 'kill' and 'dream' used in the same sentence. She stopped at the page and began reading.
"Dreams can be very strange at times. They often seem to make little, if any sense at all. There are rumours floating around that speak of a mysterious phenomenon of a certain town that's said to only exist within the dream world. This town is said to be an exact copy of Ponyville, except it's perpetually covered with a purple-hued aura. The rumours that speak of this town speak of it's supposed ability to kill ponies in real life, by killing them in-dream. Where does the town's ability to kill come from? A mysterious tower located within the center of it. Ponies who claimed to have traversed this tower have spoken of a murderer that lives within the confines of the tower. Not much else is known about this "Lavender Ponyville," aptly named so because of it's lavender-hued aura." Twilight thought about what she just read. The book just described last night's dream in almost perfect detail, from the purple aura down to the tower itself. 
Twilight pursed her lips thoughtfully as she set the book down. How would she go ahead and tackle the situation? There was, silly enough as it sounded, a killer dream on the loose. A killer dream town, to be exact. It seemed like the only way to handle the issue was to just sleep. And dream. 
Twilight immediately ran up the staircase, went to bed, and used a spell that instantly knocked the consciousness out of her.