You know that feeling that comes right after waking up, that sudden feeling of the world changing just slightly, just enough to know that you’ve left the world of dreams and entered the world of the real. Well that’s the same feeling one gets when leaving their own dimension to enter into another’s and you believe me, that is one incredible ride. The changing colors of the tunnels, the darkening and lightening of the sky, and sometimes ground it really depends on which wants to be on top that night.
I’ve been travelling through this space for such a long time, I don’t even remember how I got here anymore, was I the villain trapped by the hero in his own failing invention? Or maybe I was the hero trapped on a failed attempt to find the villain. Really I could be any of them, or perhaps none. Maybe I was born here, in this gap between dimension, merely falling for eternity. Honestly, to me it really doesn’t matter anymore, I’m just really lonely. I could really use a friend or two. So I’ve decided to make a wish, I’ll wish for friends, people who will help me through my problems and who I can help in return. Just maybe it will help me, I wasn’t going to get my hopes up, but I don’t think it will hurt anything.
“I wish for friends that I can care for, trust, who will help me with my problems, and who I will be able to help in return.” I wish with all my heart, but without air it is not heard, but I continue regardless “If anything can hear me, please grant my one desire.”
And there I continue to float, endlessly through the… Wait what’s that… Is that a star...? No, no it’s too bright, and besides, it was on the ground or is that the sky today. Now a new feeling comes over me, I feel amazed, something new and different from the old always changing things around me, something constant. I try to move closer to it, which is no easy task when there was nothing to really travel through, but I struggle as hard as I can moving closer inch by inch, foot by foot, yard by yard, until I finally reach this new object. It’s as round as a circle, but somehow also seems like a square, it feels like an ever changing constant. However, in the end it’s something new, different, and something I must have. I reach out for it and after what feels like an eternity, I make contact with it and feel content, but I suddenly see a bright light and know no more.
You know how earlier I said that traveling through the dimensions, leaving your own, feels like waking from a dream? Well landing in a new one feels quite the opposite, like you’re suddenly placing blinders over your eyes and only seeing what you want to see. It’s an amazing feeling really, you just feel like you no longer have to know about everything, that you can simply have fun and enjoy yourself, because that’s what your dreams are for, having fun and enjoying yourself.
With that I open my eyes for what feels like the first time in an eternity, which it may have actually been, and take a look at this wonderful new land that I have landed in. It’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen and I’m not ashamed to say that I would have cried tears if I had been able. Living in the gaps between dimensions doesn’t allow you to get much in the sustenance. The grass may have been a slightly darker than I thought it should have been, the sky much darker than I would have thought, and the trees appearing half-dead, but that didn’t matter. This place was different, it was constant, it didn’t change on a whim, the sky stayed above and the ground below, it was simply wonderful.
Than for the first time in my memory, I looked at myself. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve tried to see what I was like before, but I’ve never been able to look without feeling slightly sick. It wasn’t only the surroundings that constantly changed during my dimensional trip, I myself constantly changed share. At any second I could have been part bear, dog, mouse, cat, lizard, even human a time or two, or any combination thereof. I’ve never really noticed or cared about any of that really, I always knew at the very least that I was me and that had always been good enough. But now I finally had a constant body, something that would always remain the same. I was going to look at it and feel proud to see me. I realize that I keep saying this, but this is the most wonderful feeling that I’ve ever had. These constants are wonderful.
When I finally got over my little gushing about constants and looked at myself, the first thing I saw was I had hoofs, four of them. Not that it felt awkward or surprised at all, I’ve had hoofs enough time to not have a problem with them, even like them sometimes. I looked at little higher at a two pairs of short blue legs, which are really nice to have. I can remember once not having any arms or legs, wasn’t very much fun. Finally I looked at my main body; it was an oblong shape, still covered with the blue fur that had coated my legs, and towards the back end of it I saw a nice long white tail, just hanging down almost touching the ground. I couldn’t see my face, but I was sure that I would be able to take a look at it later, and would probably not care how it looked as long as it didn’t change much.
With my self-inspection complete for the first time ever and feeling the happiest I had ever felt in my existence, I stood up and promptly bumped my head into the top of the log I had apparently been sitting inside, which explained the overall darkness of the setting. I had found all these amazing things inside a log, I wonder what the outside was really like.
I quickly ducked down and carefully trotted out from within the log on my four new legs, and realized that although it wasn’t as dark as in the log, it still wasn’t that bright. From this information, I deduced that it was night, yay for me I can solve something a baby can figure out. Looking around, what I had thought were only a few tree turned out to be a great many. Hundreds, thousands perhaps, trees surrounded me as far as I could see. While a few were bare like the one I first saw, most were covered in greenery several of which held apples. Never had I seen so much fruit, it was amazing.
That’s when I heard it, the most wonderful sound that I can ever remember hearing. That wonderful, amazing, incredible sound…
“CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS APPLE BUCKERS YAAAHHHH!!”
I realize that to anybody else such a sound may have been obnoxious, annoying, terrible, but to me it was the sweetest sound I had ever heard. Sentient beings, other beings, beings that I could make friends with, it was perfect.
“I’m coming new friends!” I shouted aloud, and with that I ran as fast as I possibly could in the direction the sound had come from, tripping a few time, but not caring. I had all my mind set on that one goal, but one thought kept coming to mind, what was apple bucking and why did it make me feel it odd that people would yell about it.