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// Did you sleep well? 
// Story: Doctor Whooves: The Changeling Invasion 
// by Draconaquest 
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	The Doctor sat up quickly, kicking the bed sheets off. His face was drench with sweat, and his hair was flopped over, and sopping wet. He kicked his legs over the side of the bed, and glanced at the clock. 7:36. 

The Doctor was breathing heavily, and hopped off the bed, pulling on his robe. He walked into the kitchen, and opened the fridge, pulling out a carton of eggs. He skipped into the living room, and saw Sunset sleeping soundly on the couch, smiling as she slept. The Doctor walked back into the kitchen, and washed his hands, and pulled out a few pans, and turned on the stove.





Sunset woke up, breathing heavily. The Doctor rushed over to her, who was still wearing his pajamas and robe. "Are you okay? Sunset!"

Sunset looked at him, sweat on her brow. "I'm fine." She stuttered. "I just...had a nightmare." 

The Doctor stood up. "You too?" He walked over into the kitchen, "What was yours about?"

Sunset stood up, and followed the Doctor into the kitchen. "It's...difficult to explain. I was having lunch to Principal Celestia about a magical catastrophe, or something. I don't exactly remember."

"I was at a shop." the Doctor explained, who was stirring some batter in a large mixing bowl, "I was there to see an item, and there was something, and a portal, and...I don't exactly remember."

"Is it possible that there was something connecting our nightmares?" Sunset asked.

"I doubt it." the Doctor said, "It takes a very special kind of soporific to connect dreams. I'll finish cooking breakfast; you get a shower."





Sunset sat down at the table, wearing her usual attire. She pulled out her phone, and began texting Rainbow Dash. "You know, your friend Flash has a nice dressing gown." The Doctor said in the kitchen, pulling a rack of muffins out of the oven.

"Dressing gown?" Sunset asked, looking up from her phone, "Don't you mean robe?"

"Oh, the linguistic differences between us, it's completely normal." the Doctor replied, setting different foods onto plates.

"So, what's your plan for today?" Sunset asked, as the Doctor set a plate of food in front of her. Scrambled eggs, a blueberry muffin, already buttered, fried bacon, and hash browns. 

"Oh, I'll find something to do." the Doctor said, placing a plate with the same things on it into the microwave. "In the meantime, I'm gonna get a shower." And, the Doctor walked off, leaving Sunset to eat her food in silence.

Roughly half an hour later, the Doctor emerged into the dining room wearing a blue pinstripe suit, a wine-colored dress shirt with matching tie. His hair was freshly applied with product, and he had freshly shaved.

"Wait, where'd you get the suit?" Sunset asked, "Yesterday you were wearing a brown suit."

"Oh, you'd amazed at the things you can fit into your pockets." The Doctor explained, and placed more food onto a new plate, which he brought out into the dining room, and began eating.

"The plow hasn't clear the road yet." Sunset said, "And, we easily got two feet of snow. It might be a while before we go anywhere."

"Lovely." The Doctor replied, staring down at his food.

Sunset cocked her head to the side. "What?"

"Nothing." The Doctor said, continuing to eat.

"Come on, what?" Sunset asked, a look on concern on her face.

"It's just... the dream I had last night." The Doctor said, "It's becoming less vague."

"Yours and mine both." Sunset said.

"You tell me yours, and I'll tell you mine." The Doctor said, taking a bite of pancakes. Suddenly, there was a scream from another room. 

The Doctor and Sunset exchanged a quick glance, before standing up, and running toward Sunset's bedroom, where Twilight was sleeping. The Doctor approached the door, and pushed against it, but, it didn't budge. He quickly pulled out his sonic screwdriver, and unlocked the door, and barged in.

Twilight was still sleeping, but, she was rolling around, and her face was scrunched up, and in fear. The Doctor ran over to her, and began yelling her name. "Twilight! Twilight! Wake up!" The Doctor shook her shoulder, and she sat up quickly with a scream. She was panting and breathing heavily. "Twilight!" The Doctor shouted, catching her attention. She turned to face him, her eyes wild, her face depressed. "Are you alright?" The Doctor asked.

Twilight leaned over and wrapped her arms around him, crying into his shoulder. "It alright. It's over. It was just a nightmare." The Doctor comforted her, hugging her tightly. "Listen, we have breakfast ready. Are you hungry?"

Twilight backed up away from the Doctor, and nodded, rubbing her eyes. The Doctor smiled, and helped her up. She reached over, and grabbed her glasses, putting them on her face. 

The Doctor helped her into the dining room, and sat her down, before heading off into the kitchen to get her some food. 

Sunset sat on the end of the table, staring at Twilight with a look of concern. "Are you okay?" Sunset asked.

Twilight shook her head. "Is something wrong?" Sunset asked. Twilight nodded. "Could you tell me?"

In the kitchen, the Doctor was quietly scanning Twilight using his sonic screwdriver. 

Twilight remained quiet. "Please Twilight, I want to help you." Sunset said, placing her hand on Twilight's. 

Twilight gulped. "It was..." she stuttered, "It was...it was-"

"A nightmare." the Doctor said, walking into the dining room with Twilight's food, placing it in front of her. "If you don't mind me asking, what was it about?"

Twilight looked at her plate. "I..um...I don't exactly remember."

"Then, we have a problem." The Doctor said. 

"What?" Sunset asked.

"Think about it, all of us had a nightmare, and none of us remember it." The Doctor said. "And, each of us said, exactly, 'I don't exactly remember.'"

"Hm..." Sunset mumbled. 

"So, it's possible that something was connecting out dreams, but, it's also possible that it was just a huge coincidence." The Doctor said.

"Let's hope it was the ladder." Sunset said, before taking a sip of tea.