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// Entry 8 
// Story: Twilight in the Dreamlands 
// by RB_ 
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Day 10

Last night, I visited the dreams of my dragon assistant and friend, Spike.

Let me explain: I need to contact Princess Luna. The spell that started all this mess was from her archives. Besides which, she was in Sweetie’s dream. If anypony has an answer to my plight, it is her.
Spike’s dragon fire was enchanted long ago to send scrolls to Princess Celestia, and so he is the clearest route of opening communications with her sister.

I also want to spend time with one of my closest friends, lest I go mad from isolation. And because I miss him.

However, if my previous two experiences with dreamwalking have taught me anything, it is that you can never afford to dive straight in. as such, I spent the night silently observing from afar. Knowledge is power, after all, and I cannot afford to be blindsided again.

Spike’s dreamscape contained lush, rolling hills and valleys covered with the verdant green of flora. A soft breeze caressed the land, and, much to my surprise, actually elicited a response in the form of rolling waves that spread across the grasses of the landscape. A chorus of birdsong filled the air, and the heat of the sun rested pleasantly upon my back. There was none of the stillness, none of the silence that was present in the dreams of Cheerilee and Sweetie Belle.

It was rather refreshing.

It did not take long to find Spike. As much as I wanted to rush down and embrace the young drake, I settled atop a nearby hill under the cover of some berry bushes, observing from afar.

A red and white checkered blanket had been stretched out on the ground, and on top of it sat the makings of a picnic. Spike sat on one end of the blanket, munching on some sapphires, and between bites making conversation with the other figure present. 

Rarity, reclining upon a very out of place couch, was happily nibbling at what appeared to be a daisy sandwich. The mare giggled at something Spike had said, and then replied with something that caused the young dragon to burst into loud guffaws.

Even while writing, I cannot help but smile. The whole scene was the very picture of friendship and happiness, two things I have greatly missed as of late.

There is something about the scene that puzzles me, however. Standing in a wide ring around the picnic were a dozen or so crystal statues, each resembling a young drake, but not quite images of Spike himself. Their spines were slightly too long, and they stood about three inches taller than my assistant.

They didn’t appear to have any purpose or significance to the dream, and I cannot think of any reason for their existence. Then again, it was a dream. I should not expect every little thing to make sense.

Anyway, I will be  returning again tonight. Perhaps an opportunity will arise to make contact.