Day 12
Several things of note occurred in my latest foray into the dreams of my assistant.
Spike’s dream this time was super hero themed, reminding me of an adventure my friends and I once had involving an enchanted comic book. Skyscrapers stretched to the heavens in what can only be described as a very stereotypical metropolis. The ever-present statues were guarding their creator as always.
I had designed an experiment to test my theory. Scooping up a hoofull of gravel off of the street, I levitated it over to one of the crystalline guards. It stared stoically ahead as usual. I tried throwing the gravel into the perimeter that they had set up. Still no response.
Even after pelting the thing with gravel, it showed no sign of caring.
I then crumpled up a piece of parchment that I had brought with me from my own mind, and began to repeat the process. As soon as the paper got close to the guard (approximately 1.4825 meters, though that is just an estimate), it leaped over and slammed it into the ground, the parchment catching fire and disintegrating from its touch.
The crystal drake paid no mind to objects that originated from Spike’s dreamscape, but when a foreign object was introduced, it immediately neutralized it. This, I feel, lends enough credence to my theory as to their purpose for me to assume it to be true. It also reinforced another belief I hold:
I really, REALLY do not want to provoke these things.
Following this, I finally attempted to breach communications. Afraid to try personally interacting with the dragon, and armed with the knowledge that any message I sent indirectly would have to be done using things in this world, I set to work. Using my magic, I… borrowed… a wooden sign that had been hanging above a nearby shop. I then proceeded to carve a message into the boards:
Spike
This is real, not part of your dream. Contact Princess Luna. Tell her to look for a scroll in her archives detailing a dream-walking spell. Row 24, shelf 182. Make sure she does not cast it! She will understand.
-Twilight
Finished, I levitated the sign over to Spike, shoving it into his face so that there would be no chance of him missing it.
Unfortunately, I may have been a bit too enthusiastic. The sign slammed into his head, and the dream began collapsing around me as Spike began to awaken. With a frustrated shout, I resigned myself to having to try again tomorrow as my lifeline pulled me away from the dissolving dreamscape.
Just before I was yanked through the wall of the plane, I saw Luna flying overhead.