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// Chapter 4 
// Story: The Tale of Adrian 
// by DarthMalentai 
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As I lay on the bed, dreaming about things past and how things might happen to me, and the possible repercussions of what I have done go through my head like a vinyl record that keeps repeating. Those dreams…dreams that seem real, too real for some but real enough that I feel everything and anything that happens. Dreams about the times Mother has scolded my brother and me for doing something naughty, or father coming back from work with bags under his eyes and arms. The other dreams where I cannot stop my mother’s death, just held still, frozen in time watching the bullet enter her chest and slowly making its gory exit out her back. Then those new dreams. Blueblood bigger than I and just standing there, all the while launching blinding white lights at me that cause my skin to burn and peel. Another one of the new dreams where Celestia bursts into the room I am occupying. Standing in the middle of the floor facing away, and as she barges in I turn only to see a white and red mass run me through with a horn of the brightest white and hottest flames ever to be conceived. Then there is always that one…really, really strange dream. Luna just stares at me and I try to get her to stop and she just continues. No matter what I do I cannot stop her and I end up jumping out the window. When I think I am about to hit the ground far below I somehow end up standing in front of Luna again. And as fate in dreams would have it, I would repeat the process as long as I jumped.



“Why does thou jump?” A voice bursts out. I freak out and jump again only to find I cannot move. I look around with my eyes and see the Luna that has been stationary the whole time, and then I see a rip in my dream open up. Standing in the rip with one of the most worried faces I had ever seen, is Luna.



“I asked thee, why does thou jump?” Luna asks again, worry creeping into her voice. I just stand there, again at the precipice of my own despair and sorrow. I just stare and just as confused as ever.



“I…I don’t know.” I croak out. As I say this I feel myself fall backwards once more…but I don’t. My body, now free of what ever held me in place, goes all limp and slides to the floor. After what felt like an eternity, I got back into a sitting position, and just looked around. What surprised me was that the hospital walls were fading or crumbling away to what must have been a field. 



“What’s this place?” I ask but not really expecting an answer. The grasses and the flowers glowed a very faint green, kind of like that episode of the Simpsons when the family went to become farmers for a small amount of time while they waited for their house to aerate out.



“An image from your subconscious We presume.” She responds a little to intrigued that this was a place I had in mind. Even if it reminded me of some fields that we used to live by I was still quite strange to see the plants and what not glow.



“Why did you enter my dreams?” I ask Luna. I quite like the idea that I was saved from my nightmares but at the expense that something private like dreams being available to one of the princesses just…unnerved me. “I mean, not to be rude or anything but from where I come from; there is no way someone could enter anothers dreams and intervene at the crucial moment.” I add in, hoping she doesn’t take offence for my rather blunt question.



“We sensed something very wrong in the dream realm, and as ruler of the night, We have to make sure our subjects are having peaceful dreams and to stop the nightmares that assault anypony but since the strong disturbance came from you; We had to stop thou’s nightmare before the ripples had affected our subjects dreams,” She responds, and she sounds understanding. It truly made sense that there would be a pers… I mean pony that would take care of the night but to think that the same pony took care of dreams was…well…strange to me.



“Wasn’t there another way to stop the nightmare? I mean that even if you hadn’t stepped in; is there a way to isolate the problem and leave it there?” I ask even more curious than uneasy. Damn human curiosity! 



“We could have isolated your dreams from the rest but thy’s dreams would still send out ripples that, in the end, would affect others of this world sooner or later.” She states. As she was talking I started looking around me and saw that we were up on a hill. The plants and whatnot were still glowing faintly green and seemed to fade.



“It is time for us to take our leave of thee,” she states as she gets up and starts making another rip. This rip, however, was visible and not as bright as I would have thought. More like a pale blue that had light tinges of white and green on the fringes . “We shall see thee in the morning, Adrian.” She walks out of my dream and I sense an uneasiness that must have been building up the whole time with her. As I look around the landscape starts to turn red, either fire red or red of warmth I cannot tell but I am still wary nonetheless. 



And as my luck would have it, the red tide was a fiery warmth.



As I sit there, burning slightly at the intense heat, I hear voices…again.