• Published 9th Oct 2011
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Sweet Dreams are Made of This - Author Tempus



Strange dreams and sleep patterns with something more sinister at play.

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Wake-Up Call

A/N: Hello, everyone! This would be my second story that I've published online. My first one, Night of the Hoof Eating Socks, didn't seem to go down to well. In honesty, it was a rather rushed story that I wasn't initially planning on publishing online. Some friends encouraged me to do so, however. This story is much more planned out, and was intended to go to the internet. If you like it, please rate it accordingly so that other's don't skip over it for its lack of stars. If you don't like it, please post your reason in the comments. I would love to get feedback, as it is how writers such as I survive in the harsh lands of the internet. I hope you have as much fun reading this as I did writing it!

Sweet Dreams are Made of This_______________________________

Wake-Up Call_________________________


Author woke up before his alarm clock again, 9:00 AM. Usually, he woke up at 9:30. It’s been the second day now. Not to mention his 12 hours of sleep. This was unhealthy, according to his psychology teacher. And he had the same dream as yesterday as well. Well, not the same exact dream. In this dream, he wore a fedora and glasses, which is normal for him. But other than that, he was naked. But that was normal for a pony. Of course, Author wasn’t REALLY a pony. But his dream seemed so real. He looked at his hands. They weren’t hooves. That was good. He half-expected to wake up still being a pony. He rolled out of bed, despite being wide awake. The shock of waking from that dream took a bit of energy from him. Of course, he could never tell his friends. Who knows how they would react to him watching “My Little Pony?” It was probably just on his mind since he was watching it recently. Of course, there was one po--- er, PERSON, he knew that he could trust with the secret, his fellow brony Joey. He quickly made himself breakfast and ate it and hurried toward the door and stopped with his hand just above the door knob as he realized that Joey wouldn’t be awake for another hour or so. After all, it WAS the weekend, and everyone was sleeping in. Everyone except Author, who couldn’t help but wake up when he did.

He decided to look in the mirror. He had fallen asleep in his fedora and glasses somehow. He had tried to make it a ritual to take them off. Like the dream, it was the second time this had happened. He then looked at his medium length brown hair, which was disheveled due to sleep. He looked in the mirror sideways, finding that his figure was unsurprisingly thin, even though he ate a lot. He stared closely at his own face with his dark brown eyes and couldn’t help but smirk when he saw that some facial hair had started growing in. He still wore his school uniform, a collared shirt and a pair of shorts, which he wore yesterday.

A few hours passed before he went to leave again. As soon as he went up to leave, he heard a ping from his laptop. Joey had started IMing him, apparently awake now. Author, like always, left his computer on overnight. Deciding he would be more comfortable disclosing his dream via internet rather than in person, he went on and told him about this strange and realistic dream of his. After a few moments nothing, the IM finally read “Joey is typing.” This message showed for another few moments before a message from Joey himself popped up.

“That really isn’t that weird of a dream, considering you’ve recently gotten into MLP. And you’re probably just used to waking up around that time for school by now. It shouldn’t really be anything to worry about.” Joey typed.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’m just looking too much into this.” Author typed back, laughing to himself a bit for over analyzing the situation as he had a tendency to do. “So, anyway, I finally bought Minecraft. I can play online now.”

“Cool, you should join my server.”

For the rest of the day, Author and Joey played Minecraft. Author went to sleep at exactly 9:00 PM.

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Author woke up before his alarm clock again, 9:00 AM. Usually, he woke up at 9:30. It’s been the second day now. Not to mention his 12 hours of sleep. This was unhealthy, according to his fillie-ology teacher. And he had the same dream as yesterday as well. Well, not the same exact dream. In this dream, he wore a fedora and glasses, which is normal for him. But along with that, he wore CLOTHES. But that was normal for a human. Of course, Author wasn’t REALLY a human. But his dream seemed so real. He looked at his hooves. They weren’t hands. That was good. He half-expected to wake up still being a human. He trotted out of bed, despite being wide awake. The shock of waking from that dream took a bit of energy from him. Of course, he could never tell his friends. Who knows how they would react to him reading those silly stories about humans. It was probably just on his mind since he began reading them recently. Of course, there was one per--- er, PONY, he knew that he could trust with the secret, his fellow reader Cherry. He quickly made himself breakfast and ate it and hurried toward the door and stopped with his hoof just above the door knob as he realized that Joey wouldn’t be awake for another hour or so. After all, it WAS the weekend, and everypony was sleeping in. Everypony except Author, who couldn’t help but wake up when he did.

While waiting, he realized that his fedora was crushed and torn due to the rolling that occurred in his sleep. He had fallen asleep with it on again, which wouldn’t really be surprising if you knew Author. He sighed as he realized he would have to make his way to Carousal Boutique in order to have his hat repaired, a feat that was barely feasible considering his lack of assertiveness. But he would do anything for his fedora. ANYTHING.

He quickly trotted towards the door before realizing he never put his glasses back on. He went to the side of his bed where he ALWAYS put his glasses before going to bed. Except they weren’t there this time. He frantically looked around his house before reaching a mirror, finding the glasses on his face. He sighed in relief. He looked at himself in the mirror. His mane and tail were disheveled due to his sleeping. He turned sideways, seeing that he was unsurprisingly skinny even though he ate a lot. Author took note of the pencil that was his cutie mark. He had thought the colors looked good against his light brown fur. Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind: He slept with his glasses on! He’s NEVER done that. Except for yesterday, when he’d had that one dream…

Shrugging it off as a mere coincidence, he trotted over to Carousel Boutique. Normally, a colt like Author would have to disguise this visit, but everypony in Ponyville already knew about his unique fascination of all things fedora. He knocked on the door which was, quite unsurprisingly, answered by a white unicorn pony with a purple mane, whose cutie mark consisted of three blue emeralds.

“Well, hello again, Author!” the white unicorn started. “My, what ever happened to your fedora? I thought you took better care of it than that!” she tisked.

“Hey, Rarity. I accidentally fell asleep while wearing it… My glasses, too…” Author replied.

Rarity looked at the glasses. “Why, I can tell! They are ever-so-slightly bent out of shape! How could you even think about sleeping with them on.” she said in a jokingly scolding voice.

Author blushed slightly, never really being good with talking to girls, especially when they joked around. “Well… I’m not really sure. I mean, I just fell asleep. I never got a chance to really put everything away.” He contemplated whether or not to tell Rarity about his dream. He decided it should wait for Cherry. Rarity doesn’t seem like the kind of pony to read about humans. “Anyway… I kind of need to have them fixed. How many bits would it cost?”

Rarity put a hoof on her own chest and looked up, closing her eyes, as she said “Oh, Author. Don’t worry about that. You’re one of my most faithful customers! I can let the payment slide just once.” It was true. Author went there every day to buy a new fedora.

“Right. Of course. Thank you.” Author replied. “When should I come back to pick them up?”

“Oh, they should be done first thing tomorrow.”

“Right. Again, thank you.” Author headed back home. It was already dark. Apparently, looking for his glasses took longer than he thought it did. He went to bed and struggled to go to sleep. Suddenly, his clock ticked to nine, and just as suddenly, Author fell asleep.

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