Dreams are really funny, when you think about it. They always show you stuff that isn't real. There's the occasional time when you dream something from real life, but then there's that one thing that makes it different from the real world.

It may be something like a cat flying through the air, or a dog that actually catches its tail and pulls it off. But most of that is forgotten when you wake up.

Try and remember the dream you had about 5 days ago. What was it about? Did you like it? Can you even remember it?

You probably can't. Dreams are difficult to remember if you haven't had one for a while, or if it was a few days ago. But the ones you do remember usually stay with you for the rest of your life.

Much like my first memory. It was a dream, but I remember it, as clear as I can see you... That is, if I could see you.

Waking up from a dream is like the first memory you might have of your life. You wake up from something you are unfamiliar to, but then you quickly remember the world you're in and adjust from your sleep.

After being a fan of My Little Pony for over half a year, I got used to hearing stuff about friendship and girly stuff. By that time I didn't really care for what I watched as long as I liked it.

I also got used to knowing more about the show. The ponies speak and read in equestrian. Now, being a brony that watches the show, I know that it sounds a lot like English, so all of us could understand it.

Before we begin, have another thing to think about. Have you ever had trouble after waking up, or with someone who didn't understand you?

I know when I'm back in reality when I can tell I'm not dreaming anymore. That is usually when I can't think of anything to imagine my eyes seeing when I wake up. Basically, a black picture in front of me, and the feeling of my eyelids against the bottom of my eyes.

I was now out of my dream. My head was rested on my right arm. There was a coldness in the air around me. Like the kind you would find if you were on a camp-out in the middle of the woods with no blanket.

I tried to pull my blanket over my head to prevent myself from feeling the cold air. I patted myself several times in attempt to find where my blanket had gone.

Must be my older brother playing some sort of trick to get me out of bed before we head to seminary, I thought. I chuckled slightly. Not going to work, no matter how cold I am.

I laid where I was for many minutes. It's very hard to tell what time it is when you don't have any way of keeping time. The sun wasn't up yet. I could tell that because there's a single window in my room.

I tried to remember the dream I must have had. My mind flashed and showed a field below me and a memorable scream. Then, there was a memory of pain in my chest.

I thought I could feel the pain in my chest at that moment, but it faded instantly. I pushed that memory to the end of my mind.

I started to get tired of sleeping on my arm. I put my arm to the ground and pushed myself-

My eyes shot open and showed me a stone ground all around me. I blinked. Then rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't still dreaming.

Nope, Not dreaming. My hands feel weird though, I thought. I moved my arm away from my closed eye and opened it once again.

I stared at where my hand used to be. Now, it was just a big stump covered with what seemed like a lot of hairs. Fur, I remembered. I'm covered in fur. I lifted my left arm and found it in the same situation as my right.

I found a wall to my left and put my left arm on it. I took my right arm and pushed it against the ground to try and stand.

"Ow, that hurt!" I said. My eyes widened when I heard my voice. "W- What's happened to my voice? It sounds younger!" I looked down at my legs and back at my arms. "What's happened to me?"

"Ow..." My eyes closed when I landed, but opened my right again. My left side was more hurt then my right, which is why I kept my left closed. Now that only one eye was open, I could see a much longer nose then what I had before.

"Well that's weird." I took my right arm from my side and poked at my nose. Sure enough, I felt every single touch. I also got a better look at my arm. I saw gray fur all around it and coming up toward my shoulder. I put myself in a crawling position, since I couldn't stand.

For some reason, this position felt... well, right. My legs had seemingly shrunk in size, and their flat ends pressed against the ground without trouble. Same thing with my arms.

But they were all too short. My arm was definitely able to reach a longer distance earlier.

I turned my head and got a better look around my surroundings. I was in the alley of two buildings. A few newspapers were scattered across the ground. There were also a few puddles from what must have been a recent rain.

I immediately started to make my way towards the closest puddle. I tried running in my new body, but I immediately tripped and fell on my chin. Ow. I got up again and then slowly moved toward the puddle.

Crawling in my old form was easy, for I had longer legs to help keep balance. Now, there was nothing helping me keep balance. I first moved my front right arm, then my back left leg. I alternated multiple times before actually reaching the puddle.

But when I reached the puddle, I saw nothing. It wasn't bright enough to allow me to see. I growled in frustration and sat down.

My old eyes were really good at seeing through the darkness. I could probably spot a person more than 30 feet away in the middle of the night, if it wasn't cloudy. I figured that these eyes were just like my old ones.

I wonder if my other senses are the same. I had already found that my touch was the same, but what about hearing, smell, and taste?

I brought up my right arm and tried to snap my fingers. That was, before realizing that I had lost my fingers.

I brought up my other arm and clapped it against my other arm, making a clapping sound.

My ear perked at the new sound. I moved both my arms to the other side of my head and repeated the process.

I looked toward the end of the alleyway and saw a bright light coming around a few buildings.

I stood in my crawling position once again and looked right at the puddle on the ground. It was then that I saw what I really looked like.

My entire face had been stretched forward, showing what seemed like a snout. I brought up my right arm and poked my face. My reflection did the same, confirming that it was my reflection. My arm seemed a lot shorter then what it used to be.

I looked closer at my reflection and saw larger eyes staring strait back at me. They were a dark blue shade with huge, black pupils. I turned my attention towards the side of my head and saw an ear pointing towards the now bright sky above me. I moved my right arm towards it and felt the fur on it as well.

This seems very familiar, I thought before returning my attention towards my reflection. I gazed at my hair and saw a flat orange streak across my head. There was a small break in the hair, right where a gray object poked out of my head.

Is that a horn? Am I a pony? I brought my arm and poked at the thing on my head. Sure enough, just like everything else, it felt real.

So, I'm a gray unicorn stallion in an unknown city? I thought. Well, isn't that just dandy?

I don't know when I regained consciousness. It's very hard to know when you don't know what time it is. I just know that the sun was directly above me when I did awake.

My eyes were blinded when I tried to open them, forcing me to close them again. I brought up my arm- I guess my hoof now- to my eyes and covered them to the best of my ability.

I flipped onto my stomach and tried to open my eyes again. It was hard, since I had gotten used to mostly darkness. That's how eyes work. They get used to one type of light, then take time to adjust to a suddenly new light.

I squinted my eyes, trying to keep as much light out of my eyes while still being able to see around me. But then, my ears perked at a new sound coming from all around me.

I heard voices, and a lot of them. I turned toward the sound and saw blurs moving across my vision. All of them were a different color, but they were moving. And that meant there were others here.

My eyes were now slightly adjusted and were opened a bit more. My now not-blurry eyes could see what was walking across my vision.

Does that mean I'm in Equestria? I thought. I shrugged and got up from my position on the ground. I walked (Trotted?) towards the crowd.

Both of them looked at me strangely. Now I felt puny, for they were a lot taller than me. I was originally short in my human body, but they were giants to me!

"What so you think this colt said?" the one on my left, a female, asked the one on my right, a male.

"I have no idea," he replied, then turned to me. "What was that you said, dear boy?"

Again, they both looked at me with confused faces. "I'm sorry, young colt, but I'm afraid I can't understand what you're saying. Now, if you don't mind, could you please step out of our way? We both need to be somewhere, like now, and we need to get going."

I didn't want to ruin their- whatever it was, so I moved out of their way and let them pass. They passed me, and I turned in the direction they went. I watched them disappear into the crowd.

I sighed in defeat and bothered another pony that crossed my way. I asked the same thing, only to get the same reply: "I'm sorry, but I can't understand you."

I tried again with about five more groups of ponies before actually giving up. I sat in the spot I once stood. At that moment, a shadow passed over my head. I looked up and saw a cloud in the sky.

I thought about the sky back home right then. My home. My old, forsaken, and slightly hated home. It had normal weather. Not that I objected a pony's way of changing the weather, but it was just different. Not something I was used to. That cloud reminded me of the fields I played in all those years ago.

I felt like crying then. I didn't care if I hated my old home or not, but I missed it. It was better than not having a home like I did now. I didn't cry, mostly due to the fact I didn't like crying in front of others.

I saw thew cloud move ever so slightly to the right. I followed the direction it was heading in and saw what looked like a mountain.

It wasn't far away at all. I was relatively close in fact. I even saw a few buildings on the mountain.

Wait, I thought. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Buildings on a mountain? That could only mean...

I immediately searched as best I could around the area I was in, trying to find the castle. After spinning about three times, I saw one of the purple tips of the castle. Not far away at all.

I slowly trotted around the city of Canterlot aimlessly. Well, that wasn't true. I always made my way towards the castle by turning in its direction. I stumbled several times, but immediately caught myself and tried to hide it as best I could from all the other ponies.

While I was walking to the castle, this song crossed my mind. I was never one for singing out loud in public, but I sang it anyway. Mostly because I sing quietly, and because none could understand me.

"I've never seen a place,

That's quite like this...

Everything is turned around,

This crazy world is upside down."

I tripped and fell again. I got a few looks from nearby ponies, but they passed me by.

"Standing on my legs,

Its the hoof that I was dealt...

But I don't have much time with them,

got to learn all that I can."

I got back up and tried my best to balance. I slightly stumbled, but I became used to it quickly with a bit of practice.

"They use their magic,

And fly with their wings...

I don't get the weather,

Or their strange way of all their things.

Everything's confusing when it seems so new...

But I look a little closer and it starts to feel familiar too."

Most of the ponies had clothes on. My guess was that they were used to it, or that it showed how rich and snotty the ponies in Canterlot were.

"What a strange new world...
(Strange new world)

I'm trying to make heads or tails of this strange new world.

Sorting through the small details of this strange new world...

What a strange new world."

By the time I finished the song, I had reached the drawbridge of Canterlot Castle. It was at least 20 feet long and 15 feet wide.

That's strange, I thought. If this is the castle where the princesses live, why aren't there any guards? I trotted forward slowly. I was slightly scared that there would be something jumping out at me, but I tried not to show it.

Then I was completely across the bridge. I was surprised, mostly by the fact that no one had stopped me, and by the fact that there were no guards in sight.

I decided to try and not cause any un-needed attention and quickly made my way to my right. I felt the softness of the grass, something that I hadn't felt in a long time. I kept my head pointed down towards the ground. I don't know why, but I always liked to look at where I was stepping.

My horn collided with something solid. It was pushed into my head, and even more pain filled me.

"OW!" I screamed. "OW! That hurt!" I rolled over on the ground multiple times. I held my head with both hooves. The pain was unbearable!

I looked up and saw what I had bumped into. The statue of Discord. I fell back in slight fear, before remembering that it was a statue.

I sighed in relief and rubbed my horn a bit more. I stood on my hooves and stared at the statue in front of me.

"So you haven't been released yet, have you Discord?" I asked it. I got no reply, but I expected that. I continued to speak to it. "So how's your life been? Mine's been just great. I went to bed, had a dream I can't remember, and now I'm here in this world in a body I'm not used to. How's your life in your stone prison?"

I paused, as if I expected some sort of reply. Then chuckled. "Now I'm really crazy. I'm talking to a statue of Discord, the eternal God of Chaos and pausing for an answer. Now all I need is for me to get arrested for entering the castle without permission and thrown into a dungeon until the princess comes to speak with me."

I turned and saw a pegasus stallion in bright golden armor giving an angry face at me. "Speak of the devil," I mumbled.

I just shook my head and looked at the ground. "Even if I did tell you, you wouldn't understand me."

I shook my head again. "You wouldn't understand me even if I did tell you," I repeated.

By now, he was right on top of me. "Speaking another language will not get you out of trouble. You're going to come with me."

I nodded and followed him through the castle. I never liked getting in trouble, so I decided not to cause a riot.

We went through many twists and turns through the castle. Most of the hallways were unfamiliar to me, but I had only seen the throne room and the castle garden. Oh, the library too.

We eventually came to a huge set of double doors. There were two guards in front them. Both of them were unicorns.

The guard that was escorting me told me to wait and walked up to the other guards. He spoke something that was too quiet for me to hear. After he finished speaking, one of the guards walked into the room and the other two stood at both my sides.

"Send him in," it commanded. The guards obliged and pushed me forward. I stepped through the doors and saw Princess Celestia staring at a window on the side of the room.

My Life, Recreated

by Ephraim Blue

Chapter 1 - New Looks, New Home