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// Entry 3 
// Story: Twilight in the Dreamlands 
// by RB_ 
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Day 4
It occurs to me that I have not yet given a full description of the Dreamlands.

They truly are spectacular.

Imagine you are in the plains surrounding Appleoosa, a great, vast expanse that reaches out to the horizons on all sides.

Now, replace the ground beneath your hooves with the shimmering ribbons of the aurora borealis, except exclusively shades of blue. Replace the sky with an infinite blackness, in which you occasionally think you see things moving, but you can never be sure.

The clouds of dust kicked up by the wind become shifting strands of a fog, which parts around you as if it is alive. The plants and animals fade away into nothingness, because there are none here.

Stars here do not dot the sky, breaking up the night. Here, they float near the ground like fireflies, lazily hovering as they slowly drift towards some unknown location.

And then there are the pillars. They reach up into the sky, towering columns of white mist that ever-so-subtly shift their hues. I have attempted to fly to the top of one of these, and gave up after what felt like twenty minutes of no progress.

Dreams exist within these massive pillars, entire worlds created by the subconscious mind of the pony within. I have only entered a few of these pillars, and not for very long, but every time the interior is different. Furthermore, the inside dimensions of the pillars vastly differ from those on the outside. I suppose I shouldn’t expect an adhesion to Euclidian mathematics in a place such as this, but it honestly makes my head hurt.

I am worried about exploring these dreams too much, however.  It feels like I am invading the privacy of the ponies inside. I suppose I shouldn’t be too concerned, being cut off from the waking world as I am. Still, it just feels wrong.

Curiosity may just tip my hoof, however.