"Ow. Perhaps I should...uhhh...Remove my head from this pillow and..." Marcus shivered, "...see the damages?"
I started to chew my nails in imagining the damages I caused to my own household. Worse even , was that thought that some of the sculptures and paintings were...damaged. Such a horrid thought, but I'd have to get out of this situation one way or another. I slowly stood, chewing on my nails even more than I was earlier, and noticing that my feet extended further than my usual bed allowed. I stood up slowly, keeping my eyes closed. Stress and panic filled me like lava flowing on land as I slowly opened my "periscopes". What relief I had when I saw that this place was extremely bizarre and wasn't my house. I sighed and sterned with closed fists as I looked around.
"Phew! I must've been more tired than I thought. I literally fell asleep just by trying to lie down on the bed. Heheh. Well, might as well have a look around to see what my mind has created once again. Well, I fell through the roof." I said as I looked up to see the huge hole in the ceiling, with a bit more pieces falling off.
Looking at the bed, I noticed that it was pretty small, and that I had ruffled it up. Even if this was just a dream, leaving those sheets all dirty and those pillows all ruffled up had my inner "critique" screaming in agony.
"Well, might as well fix this up. These sheets are very nice too. Ooo! They're nice and soft as well. A dusk black with several star formations on cover and pillow-case? Very nice."
If one is a true admirer, one can find respect in everything, except for modern "art". That shit was simply too horrible to look at. I finally finished cleaning up the mess I made, wiping the dust and rubble all in one pile. I'd need to clean my hands after this. I freakin' HATED it when I got dirty when not working. Anyways, I brushed my hands against each other to get some of the dust off. This room was really huge. Yet, in its epicenter, stood a strange choice of design. It was a large crater that stood on both the ceiling and the roof, and it went down by three very short steps that circled the crater. In the middle of these craters stood maps and orbs. Very weird. I decided to go down the one on the floor (Now how the FUCK was I supposed to go on the one in the ceiling?) to check it out in closer detail. There was a map that seemed to have been built into the floor. What craftsmanship! And with such detail too! I didn't recognize that map, although, I suppose, that in my imagination, quite a few things can happen.
Upon closer inspection, the room was painted in a very dark blue color, and moving away from one area had the surrounding wall pieces turn into a black shade, while the epicenter remained blue. Very nice. The entire room, besides a few shelves here and there, were star themed. So many constellations everywhere.
"Wow. Whoever did this is a genius architect...although I don't think that inexistent ones can be considered 'geniuses' exa-"
What was this? In front me, stood a strange creature near the bright windows. I couldn't see through them for some reason...it was probably too bright. But this...this being.... an equidae, seemed so fascinating. I assumed that it was just a statue that my dreams were demonstrating to me. It was...words could not reach me. Let's inspect this a bit further, shall we?
"What a magnificent sculpture! Such fine detail, and it looks so beautiful too! This coat is luxuriant and very smooth, like silk." I said while drifting off into what my friends called "the critique moment".
The equidae looked at its coat in closer detail after what I said, causing me to flinch in fear. A good laugh and a reminder of me being in a dream convince me that , of course, statues moving around was natural. I had to continue! So much more had to be said! Walking around "her" , I kept a stern face and kept my hands behind my back. I needed to see those eyes in closer detail, so I went uncomfortably close to them in order to "analyze" them.
"Incredible. Even these eyes scream with a radiant beauty. They irradiate sensitivity and concern, yet also fill me with courage and creativity. The blue here can't even be compared to a sapphire."
The equidae seemed insulted more by that remark then my proximity to her face.
"I cannot imagine a single gem that can compare to the color. Perhaps, in the plainest of terms, a sapphire? Yes. The only blue that can be used for a simple mind to understand. And what is with this mane and tail? Hmmm...my hands are passing through them. Ah...I see... too much magnificence for me to properly hold. The mane and tail sway without wind, and are of a perfect length. Truly, this statue is a master piece, although I'm not sure how statues have swaying parts...unless mechanics and engineering is involved. Hmm. And these strange pieces of armor...they let the colors flow out perfectly with their silvery glow. Magnificent! Well," I said while clapping my hands together, "time to have a look around."
Walking towards a simplistic looking door compared to the rest of this room, I decided to slowly open it and turn around in order to properly close it without slamming. Imagine my surprise when I saw that statue staring up at me RIGHT NEXT TO THE DOOR! I must've certainly bounced up five feet in the air. Catching my breath, I let it pass through the door before closing it, and I decided to walk through the hallways. Red carpets on the floor with bright, white walls and several colorful plants decorating these same barriers. I must be in a castle. Certainly, I was dreaming about medieval times and the way Edinburgh castle was, although, I was dreaming it in a strange way. It's funny how the brain tries to create it's best interpretation of an area when you have never been there. Although it did have a habit of adding weird things too.
"The moment I find stairs, is the moment I'm going down. I prefer to exit this place to see what it looks like from outside. Hmmm." I looked behind me to see that equidae follow me some more. I was too enamored to notice that she had wings and a horn.
Dafuk is wrong wit you brain?
Down to whatever floor I was, I noticed that the next set of stairs was right next to it. I climbed down two more stories to finally arrive at the first floor. I hesitated, but I decided to turn right. It was weird having this beautiful , yet somewhat adorable, creature following me around. I knew that this was a dream, but what exactly did it want? Whatever it was, it would certainly be a strange request as dreams are like that: weird and creepy as hell.
I did spot a few more of these creatures. However, their size suggested that they were ponies. Really...tiny...ponies. One of them was pink with a green mane and tail. It wasn't too impressive. Just colorful. She was somehow holding a silver platter, but took two looks at me and dropped it on the floor while gasping violently and hugging the wall. She seemed to look at the equidae behind me and, with a shaking hoof, picked the tray back up.
I'm the creepy one here? It's holding a tray with HOOVES! How is that even possible?! Nonono, calm down Mark, it's just a dream. That must be normal here.
Another slightly larger pony wearing golden armor passed by with its jaw open, but continued its path behind me. Two things caught my attention while walking down the hallway. The first was a gigantic set of doors that were facing the smaller exit leading outside. The doors dragged my attention away more than the outside did. There was a giant sun on the left door that was painted in white, while the right door, which was painted in black, accompanied a crescent moon.
"Hmmm. There MUST be something special behind this door. Raise my sleeves, crack my knuckles, one to five, and I'll slam into the couples!"
That was an old saying that my father used. He was a hard worker like myself, except he was a farmer. His "slam into the couples" expression came when his brother and the respective uncle's wife started to get into a fight. He would usually use this when charging head first at a charging bull. Crazy-ass always, somehow, managed to slam the bull into submission, but not without his own little cuts and bruises here and there. He was known as the "Bullboy" instead of "Cowboy" among the other farmers in the region. I just adopted his saying as I loved to scream it's nonsense in the air.
A mighty slam against the door, and a strong push, and I found myself face-planting into the ground again. Some doors. Gigantic pieces of tissue that couldn't hold a fly back I bet. I decided to slam my fist on the floor before getting back up and wiping the crap off of me.
"That's the second face-plant today. I hope a third doesn't come up. Hmm?"
Apparently, by judging the size of the area, and the throne that stood on quite a few floors of steps, I was in the throne room of the castle. Behind the throne formed a half-circle into the white walls, and ON these walls stood tainted glass. These ones weren't too impressive, but they still spoke a story. The most intriguing part of this room were all the ponies on the sides staring at me.
"Ponies wearing clothes...unhuuuh...why would they...*GASP*!"
What was this? Another equidae was standing near the throne. How did I not notice? I believe that I will be needing glasses soon. Hmm... Anyways, running towards the throne, I marveled at this great being.
"Tall and white? I LOVE tall and white! The perfect demonstration of authority and beauty at the same time...incredible!"
The tall white equidae seemed to have thrown her head back in surprise as her eyes widened and her frown became more pronounced. She tilted her head to see what was certainly that gorgeous moving statue, and seemed to agree with something, and leaned back as I looked at her.
"A white purer than light, and very silky fur... although not as silky as the black one." she seemed slightly insulted as I heard muffled chuckles behind me.
"Hmmm, a very slender and well kept figure-" this equidae huffed. I'm sure she was playing with me."- and a very lovely mane. Although it is a tad too long...it does bring pleasure to the eyes and has a unique color to it. Lovely. What about the eyes?"
I stared at her closely in the eyes, like I did the statue. She REALLY didn't like it.
"What's this? A unique color, yet it seems so...broken and full of regret. Whoever made this one really felt depressed..."
Turning around to face the highly shocked, yet silent crowd, I pondered for a moment. I always wanted to do "this" to a horse. I faced the white equidae while tapping my fingers against each other and all that while sporting my mischievous face.
"What's happens if I...BOOP the nose...*boop*."
I pushed gently on the equidae's nose with my finger, only to see her retreat back her head and blink a few times before looking at me with rage.
"Hm?"*WHAM* "AAAAHHHHH! MY FACE!!! What the ffff....what... the hell kind of dream hurts this much?"
I turned around while holding my nose in my hands after hearing a loud gasp and something laughing hard.
"What? A statue that's laughing?"
Fury filled my lungs and echoed through my voice.
"Who do you think you are you...you...thing....to come onto my castle and just "touch" my nose."
"...Because this is just a dream? Durrrr! Like ponies can talk, that's completely absurd."
She seemed to stutter in shock and personal insult.
"You think you're in a dream?"
"Yeah. If I wasn't-" I pulled my hands away from my face and kept a face of superiority in the situation:"- then my hands would be covered iiiiiinnn.....................BLOOD?!"
My eyes shrunk and I stared blankly at the white wall in my sight.
"So you're not..."
"No."
I pointed at the black one:
"And you aren't..."
"No. We are definitely not a statue. Although we thank you for the compliments you gave us earlier."
My silence flew throughout the room like a cold breeze through an open window. I suddenly cleared my throat, adjusted my shirt, and gave a "royal" look to the white equidae.
"Please excuse me while I faint. Not from blood loss, but from sheer disbelief."
Keeping my hands on my shirt, I rotated, lift a foot, and fell down the stairs. I don't know what happened after that.