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// Entry 7 
// Story: Twilight in the Dreamlands 
// by RB_ 
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Day 9
I need to talk to Princess Luna.

As far as I am aware, she did not see me in Sweetie Belle’s nightmare. If my assumptions are correct, and they generally are, then she may hold the answer to my predicament.

I find myself growing jealous of the me that still resides in the physical plane. The novelty of this plane is wearing off, and the draining feeling of loneliness grows with each passing day.  I am trapped here, while she lives carefree in our castle, enjoying the company of our friends.

I miss them. I miss my friends. 

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