I had a dream the other day. Not one of those dreams after which you awake drenched in sweat and gasping desperately for air. No this one was mellow and soothing to my fragile subconscious, although it was still unnerving and left my mind ill at ease.
In this dream I was sitting in a long wooden canoe. It was drifting sideways down a calm river, with the bow and stern pointing at either bank of the waterway. Looking up I noticed that I was approaching a split in the river. I didn’t care where the two sections of it ran and at the time I didn’t care, why should I have?
When I turned around I noticed river had been running red where I previously had been floating. Sitting in the middle of the small craft, I stared for a while at the bloody scene out curiosity. Eventually I turned back around again to see that the breakage in the river was much closer and, to my surprise, the current was moving much faster. Up ahead was a large sharp rock between where the two sections of the river separated.
My canoe continued to float sideways toward the large grey obstacle at an ever accelerating speed. Having traveled in this type of craft many times before, I knew all I had to do to regain control was to move to either end of the canoe so that it would turn in the respective direction and float down that section of the river. Yet, I couldn’t decide which end of the small boat to commit to. I didn’t want to make a mistake I couldn’t reverse, so I just sat there in the middle, awaiting the inevitable crash. At least I knew where that would take me…
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“Let’s take a holiday.”
“What the hay are you talking about?”
“Holiday, you know, a vacation.”
“I know what holiday is, I meant where did that even come from? Especially in the middle of… well, you know…” May started to blush after saying this.
“…Sex?” I said, trying to finish her sentence.
“Yah, sex… Is that really what you think about when we’re doing it?”
“Apparently so” I say chuckling a bit. “Actually, I’ve just been thinking lately, about that Pegasus that came by a while back.” It had been a few months since Derpy had quite literally dropped by. Neither May or I had seen hide nor tail of another living soul since, which was to great relief to May.
“Well that’s so much better” May said sarcastically putting her hoof to her forehead. She had been well accustomed to my “smooth talking” abilities by then.
“Don’t you think it’s about time that we moved on?” I asked her, my wings starting to fold back down dew to the length of the conversation. “We could go somewhere else for once.”
“We’ll talk about this later” May sighed, knowing that if she couldn’t stop the conversation from happening, she could at least delay it for a while…
About a week later may found herself packing her belongings and preparing to leave our little threshold. We were going on holiday to Ponyville.
I had the dream again, the one about the canoe, only this time it ended a little differently.
As I saw the large rock approaching, I climbed to the bow of the narrow wooden craft. It started to turn respectively, heading forewords past the left side of the rock and down that section of the river.
Eventually the current began to slow again. The sun was shining down from the western skies, and I was heading slowly toward it.
The river bank was teaming with foliage and other life that reflected in the calm water. In awe I reached out to touch the barely rippling reflection of life but pulled back when I felt my vessel begin to tip. I looked back to the shore and tried to touch the reflections origin, but as I was drifting at least 50 hooves from either bank of the river, I could only grab air.
After I failed to touch the green shore, I looked back over the side of the canoe. Its walls were higher than that of any canoe I’ve ever been in before. Once again I stuck my hoof out for to water. Again the craft began to list, but I didn’t care. If I couldn’t touch life, by all that I knew and loved, I was going to touch its reflection.
I was mere inches form touching the water when I awoke. May had finished packing and was calling to me that if I still wanted to go, I’d better get my flank up. Excitedly I shoot out of bed and gave May the biggest hug either of us had seen in a very long time the moment I saw her.
“You ready to go?” I asked, barely containing my excitement.
She sighed as an “I guess so” escaped her lips.
~The author says;
I know it’s been a while since I’ve done any work on this story, but I think I’m going to commit a little bit more it,
Feel free to leave criticism, it’s always appreciated here,
If I’ve improved any as a writer, hopefully this chapter was a little bit better than my other ones, so, well, that’s about it. Goodbye dear reader, until next time.