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// Entry 2 
// Story: Twilight in the Dreamlands 
// by RB_ 
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Day 3
I have returned, dearest journal, and with many things to report. But first, I must finish recounting how I got here.

Upon returning to Sweetie’s home, I set about casting the spell. It took all of my concentration and skill. I do not know how long it took for the magic I was conjuring to activate; it could have been seconds, but to me it felt like hours. At last, however, the spell completed. I did not have even a moment to relax, however, as a pain unlike any other immediately pierced my skull. My vision was filled with impossible colors and shapes, multidimensional constructs building themselves around me in a display that would have driven any mortal pony mad.

And then a force began pulling me up, through the impossible structures. Pain once again spawned within me, as my mind felt as if it was ripped to shreds. 

And then I found myself here, in the Dreamlands.

Well, not exactly. In truth, I was only within the relative safety of my own mind. I been knocked unconscious by the massive strain upon my magic, but it was a dreamless slumber.

Allow me to explain. While the spell that I cast on myself that day has given me the ability to visit dreams, it has also had some unexpected side effects. As far as I have been able to determine, that spell effectively split my consciousness into two. Or perhaps it merely copied it. Whatever the method, the result is me. The physical Twilight Sparkle continues her life unabated, returning to her search for a cure to Sweetie’s ailment, while I, the Twilight Sparkle created by the spell, am confined to her psyche during her waking hours.

The inside of her (our?) mind resembles a gigantic, infinitely spanning building of wood and stone, with bookshelves stretching for miles through its many chambers and corridors. I myself have been residing in a small study that I discovered on my first day of wandering. It has served me well, as both a home, and as a base of operations for my nightly expeditions.

At night, the physical Twilight sleeps and dreams, and then I get to explore. The spell was not lying as to its purpose. I can indeed travel to the dreams of other ponies, as long as our mind is connected to the Dreamlands, as I have come to call this bizarre plane of existence. 

It would seem that all dreams are connected to this place, and here they become real. And I can simply walk between them, as if I were perusing books in a library. This place is amazing.

One other thing of note: whenever I leave the boundaries of physical Twilight’s mind, a glowing golden thread materializes and attaches itself to my horn. The other end leads to my home, and as such, I can never get lost. Also, should physical Twilight wake up while I am away, the thread yanks me back to her mind.

But enough of this for now; a new night approaches, and I am eager to see what more I can discover.