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// Chapter 2: The Dream Machine 
// Story: The Long Life of Breeze Rider 
// by Tyler-the-Brony 
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	A dream machine. Or, more accurately, a machine that allows the fulfilment of a single dream. How it worked, no-one was ever certain. Some believed it had tapped into the power of God himself. Others believed all it did was put people in a delusional state. Whatever the reason for its power, I was glad to be selected as the first test subject for it.

They wanted someone with a wild dream. They wanted a dream that couldn’t be realized at all without the help of the machine in other words. Not making someone fall in love with you, or becoming the worlds richest man, or something commonly cliché.

I’d certainly filled out a wild dream on my application to all who viewed it. I’d wished to go to Equestria. 

I’d wished to go very specifically however. I didn’t want to go as a human, nor just appear there in the timeline the show is set in.

I wished to be reborn there, as a Pegasus pony, 2 years before Fluttershy would be born. I'd wished to have my memories of Earth and my first life removed completely until such a time as my hearts true desire was achieved. I’d wished to be born in Canterlot.

Wild dream eh? I was selected out of all the applicants thought to be the first one to try the machine to make sure it could do what it said it could. If it really didn’t work, I’d made a promise to myself to fully end it this time. If science couldn’t bring me my dream, maybe death would.

I’d let only my true best friend know about my intended “trip”. I’d instructed him to tell everyone who asked, if anyone ever did, that I was dead. No matter what, the human me would die today. Can you really say that I was asking him to lie?