Entry: #4
Date; July 9-10th
Dear Diary,
I’m not even going to try with that description of… whatever I would be describing. It doesn’t work. It just doesn’t. And who even cares about the weather?
I don’t.
In fact, it doesn’t even help anyone. It just makes me start entries with no point.
…I’m beginning to question my habits.
Anyway, I’m still on that same rock I was on earlier. Not much happened, but I did stand up and move around a bit, so I suppose I ought to mention that.
Well, it was kind of interesting. And by interesting, I mean I almost killed someone.
…Whoops…?
I stood up after the six had all passed out from their walking, talking, and probably worrying. Since I have no physical form to make sound when I walk, I trotted over to them like a ninja. They all looked so peaceful and happy. Perfect time to give out nightmares.
…What? I’m a ghost, and I enter dreams. What were you expecting? Me to be nice?
You’re very funny. Anyone ever tell you that?
Well, the cocky mis-flying Rainbow one was in front of me, so I decided to start with her. You know, it’s actually pretty easy to enter someone’s mind. Just close your eyes, and match their breathing. Even though my lungs only take SPIRIT BRAND air.
…But that’s irrelevant isn’t it…?
Seconds later, I was surrounded by darkness. Dark dream, it seemed.
…I always knew her head was empty.
Since pure black isn’t all that fun, I opened my eyes, and backed out of the dream. Someone had to be thinking of something. I’m not friends with a bunch of airheads. Well, at least not entirely. Some of them sure seemed like it. But I was definitely NOT going into Pinkie’s dream. She has… no respect at all… for personal space… and since it was a dream… that once… what she did wasn't permanent… and had no consequences…
…I wish my memory failed at storing that dream. I really do.
And if you’re looking for me to go into it, I WILL NOT. There is no way I’m reliving that.
…Anyway, the next closest to me was the white fashionista. She looked peaceful enough. I let my eyes shut, and entered the world of her dreams.
When I popped up in crazy land, I opened my eyes, and immediately snapped them shut. I regretted it. The whole landscape was pure yellow. Everything. Bright, shiny, eye murdering yellow.
I had no idea what it was made of, though.
I stood there with my eyes shut for probably longer than I should have. It’s that fear that when you open your eyes that the world is going to shine into them like gamma rays that kept them closed. (Assuming you don't know, and I would hope you don't, because you're a book, gamma rays kill people.) Took me long enough, but I did open them. Eventually.
And I found that the whole world around me was made of gold. Pure gold.
…And I expected something else?
Rarity… predictable as ever. Honestly. It shocks me even today. I had a moment where I considered the dream’s gold everythingness, but I shook it out of my mind. Rarity couldn’t have been that predictable.
Well, apparently I was incorrect.
…As usual…
Back to the retelling, which I seem to be failing to do, I slowly, slowly opened my eyes to the painfully, unrealistically bright world around me. Gold is way too shiny.
Well, after I managed to get my eyes open, I looked around for the dreamer.
When it comes to dreams, there are no exceptions;
1. The dreamer will ALWAYS add themselves to their own dream, awarely or not.
2. The dream the dreamer has will ALWAYS be relevant to something they
experienced, will experience, or fear experiencing.
3. Dreams are ALWAYS the subconscious recycling of thoughts, ideas, and memories, done without the assistance or knowledge of the conscious.
…Why are you looking at me like that? You expect me to meet everyone I talk to by dreams, and not know their nature? What do you take me for? A living being?
Geez.
Anyway, I looked for a bit, but not long. Trust me. She was really easy to locate. One white, running, screaming thing in a world of yellow?
Not hard to spot.
Only thing that shocked me was why she was running. A few moments later, it hit me that I hadn’t entered a dream. No rainbows here.
I had joined a nightmare.
Well, maybe there were rainbows there…
She galloped over a hill of the metal, screaming as loudly and screechily (and painfully) as she could. Her eyes were shut, so she didn’t see me. Conveniently.
But as what was apparently chasing her came over the hill, I think I would have closed my eyes too. That thing was terrifying. And… familiar at the same time… But I can’t remember why…
Well, I’m sure it’ll come back to me. Eventually.
Like nothing always does.
Essentially, what came over that hill was a giant cloud. …No. Wait. It wasn’t a cloud. It was more like a scattered mist of shadow and darkness. But it was still a bit see-through. And it was moving ludicrously fast.
The ground below it turned black as it moved, and chased the screaming one. Like it was dying. I was at a complete loss at the new discovery that gold can die.
…Learn something useless and new every day, eh?
Well, Rarity made a sudden left turn and almost collided with me. Or ran through me.
…I get confused sometimes. HEY, I WAS ALIVE ONCE TOO.
But I managed to forget one important thing about dreams.
“Aaaaaah! Get away from me you demon! HELP! HELP!”
…Well, I’m sure it was something like that. I can’t be expected to remember everyone’s screams of terror.
Just the ones I capture on video.
Or the ones that I would, if I ever figure out how to work video on my camera, that is…
Back in the real world, after I was forced out of Rarity’s dream by her own frantic, terrified panicking and awakening, I shook my head, and the white unicorn’s shot up in fear.
She was unaware of me, and if I had any living, physical form, I would have a gigantic hole in my neck from a certain magic rod sticking out of her forehead.
…I swear, I don’t know how long these ponies would keep me alive if I still was. They’re always hurting me. Or doing things that would hurt me physically, anyway.
…Glad I never knew them until I died.
Well, after she had dealt her would-have-been killing blow, she looked up at me, and her pupils shrunk to pinpricks. She just stared at me blankly and amusingly for a few seconds.
…I don’t think the moment could have gotten any more awkward. Honestly. Bad timing is BAD.
She, after a few years, opened her mouth and whispered “Beyond…? What are you doing here? I thought you were staying behind..?”
Well, I had just been caught, and the other five were waking up from Rarity’s incessant screaming (they sure took their time), so I had one choice.
And it wasn’t a favorite choice of mine.
I just looked down at her, since she was still lying down (more or less), and just said; “Shhhhhh.”
And then I sunk into the ground. Ghosts can do that, dont'cha know.
Only problem is, once underground, you can’t see a freaking thing in front of you besides rock, dirt, and in my case, sand.
You’re not a ghost, so I’ll give you an example. Ever try being buried alive? It’s like that.
(I never told you to bury yourself alive. You can’t sue me. HAHA.)
Well, I heard her shuffling around above me, scrambling around in the sandy dirt. I’m assuming she was either trying to figure out how the heck I did that (I never go underground in front of friends, or anyone really), or getting up to tell the others.
I waited in place for a bit, and found the latter to be true. The other five had got up and searched for me (or whatever had disturbed Rarity so much) as painstakingly slowly as they could.
…Even a ghost can feel temperature, and the ground was freaking freezing.
And they suuure took their time.
Well, after a bit, they noticed my rock. I guess they had thought I was hiding behind it, which was horrible, because I left my diary there.
I left this there.
This precious book.
If this falls into anyone else’s possession, I’ll make sure they never see the light of day again.
And I’d do it with a spoon. That Twilight would unknowingly enchant for me after I told her the ice cream in my house was melting.
The perfect plan…
…Oh. Uh… Wait… No one saw that. No one read that PRETEND YOU DIDN’T SEE THAT.
..I said nothing about plotting your death. NOTHING AT ALL.
NO, DON’T GO BACK AND REREAD STAY HERE AND LOOKATTHEGIANTBUNCHEDUPWORDS! LOOKATTHEM!
…Well…Back to the story after the part no one saw…
I caught Rainbow saying she would go over to it and check, and a bang followed. I assumed she was breaking the sound barrier over to look at it.
Well, I couldn’t have her finding my diary, could I?
…I NEEDED TO PROTECT IT, DIDN’T I?
Ok, I’m glad you forgive me.
Ghosts… even ghosts can panic. I could not let that ridiculous blue pegasus get hold of my diary, and discover my presence at the same time.
…So I let my eyes go pitch black.
A few moments later, I heard an incredibly deafening crack of lightning rip itself apart over my head. The ground even shook.
All I heard afterwards was an, “AAAAAAAAAHHH!” coming from someone.
Sounded like Dash.
I later found out that it was Dash, and I was pretty happy.
…Hey, close your eyes a bit, would you? They might pop out of your head if you keep them that open. I didn’t kill her. As much as I wanted to (but definitely didn’t try to), I just hit her in the wing. Which, I’ve heard, hurts like hell. I was content enough.
They all called out to her above me. I don’t get how saying someone’s name when they’re in pain or trouble helps anyone, though.
Really. I mean, if you were getting mauled by a bear, and one of your friends came by and saw you, and paused to say your name before helping you, wouldn’t you be mad? They just wasted a few seconds to say something that you know better then they do before preventing your death.
…I’m a ghost, and I approve this message, as violent as it is.
Anyway, they all rushed over to help her, however the heck they thought they’d do that. Conveniently for me, they carried her back to their little camp and layed her on her bed again, to rest. Apparently.
…Funny word; layed. It looks like it’s spelled incorrectly, but it’s not.
But, again, this all happened about 20 or so minutes ago, and I’m just peeking over my rock to see what’s going on. I’m assuming that’s why they did that…How am I supposed to know! I can’t hear them.
In the time they were doing that, I was walking through the ground (blindly) following the earth-shattering crash the lightning provided. She was at my rock, right? Always follow the sounds to get to where you need to go.
Unless it’s screaming and cries for help. Don’t go that way. Turn around, and go the opposite direction.
Took me about 20 minutes, because what I was doing was a ridiculous method of finding my base. Poking your head out of the ground periodically to avoid being seen by an overly enthusiastic group and to find a rock 78758543 miles away from you is not easy under any circumstances.
And yes, I did overesticaltulate there. And I did just invent that word, too. Thank you for asking.
20 minutes later, I’m here, behind my rock, writing.
…I’m honestly starting to regret my decision to shadow these ponies. They scare me sometimes.
Well, anyway, the sun is going to rise soon. In a few minutes, if I had to guess.
I’ll just count this as tonight’s entry, and write again tomorrow.
…At least tonight wasn’t uneventful, eh?
I’ll write again in a bit.
Your faithful and stupefied writer who still has no idea what he’s doing,
Beyond
P.S.: What does PS even stand for? No one told me. Look that up later.