Am I Real?

by AlleyCat124

Some Questions Answered

I didn’t remember getting to Dream Weaver’s house. I didn’t remember plopping down on the bed and falling asleep, but I didn’t really care. All I cared about was the fact that I woke up too soon.

I was human again. Sitting on the couch watching Netflix while Charlie was lying on my lap. My sister, Emilia was sitting in the recliner on her computer while Anna talked about her day. It was so normal, I could have sworn that turning into a pony was just a dream…..then I woke up.

I’m not going to lie. I panicked for a moment. I didn’t know where I was and I didn’t recognize anything. When I sat up and spotted my hooves, it all came flooding back to me. The accident, the hospital, me turning into a pony, Sweet Feathers guiding me to Dream Weaver’s place in a daze and falling asleep. I looked around the dark, bare, purple room, taking in my surroundings. A window was placed on the right side of the room next to my bed, black curtains keeping out the outside world. I pulled them back only to be blinded by the morning sun. As my eyes adjusted, I gazed into the out and noticed that the tower I witnessed from the hospital room was closer than before. I guessed I lived smack in the middle of town. Great.

I climbed out of bed and stood up on my back legs out of habit, only for my face to once again make out with the floor. Groaning from the pain coursing through my face, I pushed myself up on my hooves and went over to the black vanity in the corner of the room. I inspected my teeth and found that even though my face had a nice little relationship with the floor, they were still intact. Drawing my eyes away from my mouth, I found myself staring at the rest of my face.

The mare staring back at me wasn’t me. It was Dream Weaver. I don’t think I could ever get used to seeing myself this way. It wasn’t my face. It was someone else’s.

“Hi, I’m Dream Weaver,” I found myself saying, waving into the mirror. I imagined her introducing herself to me like that. But what if she said it sweeter, like her mom? I repeated the introduction again but in a softer voice. I didn’t know why I was doing this. Right now, this is who I am and I need to live with that for now until I figure out what to do.

I headed towards the door and found myself in a small hallway that lead to the living room with an adjourning kitchen, where I found Sweet Feathers making oatmeal. Well, at least there was something else in this world I could eat. Sweet Feathers looked up from mixing the oatmeal with her teeth and met my gaze and smiled.

“Good morning,” she chirped, putting down the spoon.

“Good morning,” I answered, heading towards her. “What time is it?”

“Eight-forty. Perfect time to start the day,” she came from behind the counter to meet me halfway. “How are you feeling?”

I knew she wanted more than just what I was feeling, so I answered honestly. “A bit lost. Is this my house?”

I noticed that she deflated a bit, but it was gone before I could comment. “Yes, this is your apartment above the shop. It’s just enough room for you and Silent Melody.”

“Shop? Silent Melody?” I asked, looking at her like she just spoke French.

“Oh! I’m sorry, sweetie,” she apologized, taken back by the fact that she expected me to know what she was talking about. “I forgot to check myself. You own a small shop right below here. You sell stuff like charms, and elixirs for pony problems. And Silent Melody is your son.”

I own a shop? I mean, Dream Weaver, owns a shop. That is actually pretty cool. I’ve always liked going into those kinds of shops and exploring. Although I knew for a fact that when I went in the stuff they gave you never worked, but I liked to hope in the back of my mind that it did.

Silent Melody, huh? Seriously, what’s with all these names? They sound like names you would use as a username on an online profile.
Sweet Feathers walked back into the kitchen and put the bowls into the microwave. “After the oatmeal is done, we can sit down, eat, and talk about what to do next. Sound good?” she asked.

I found myself absently nodding my head as I walked along the walls of the living room, looking at a couple of the pictures that decorated the room. In one picture, Dream Weaver was standing in front of a small shop called ‘Healing Dreams’ with a sign below it saying ‘Grand Opening’. I guess this was her shop. It looked cute, I guess. Coming up behind me, Sweet Feathers stood at my side and looked at the picture with me.

“That was the day you finally opened your shop. You were so excited. You stood by the door an hour before opening, waiting to finally put up the open sign. When you finally put it up, you begged me to take a picture before the moment was gone.” Her voice was so happy that I had to look over. Sweet Feathers had a sweet smile with a face full of nostalgia. I felt a stab of guilt once again pierce my heart. I couldn’t give her daughter back. She’s stuck with me.

Noticing that sad look on my face, Sweet Feathers patted me on the shoulder. “It’s okay, sweetie. It’ll come back. One step at a time.”
But that’s just it. She wasn’t coming back. Every day she’s going to keep hoping that I’ll remember my life and be her daughter again. I couldn’t do that. I wanted to tell her what was going on right then and there, but the more I thought about it, I think it would be worse if I told her that her daughter was gone and I didn’t know how to get her back. That would crush her.

I didn’t get to think more about it before she was steering me to the next photo. I gazed at what seemed like Dream Weaver surrounded by animals of different kinds with a yellow pegasus with flowing pink hair. Wow, I can’t believe so many animals were that close the us….wait….is that a fucking bear posing behind them!?

“That’s your cousin Fluttershy. She finally relocated to a small cottage outside of Ponyville once she left Cloudsdale. She’s watching Silent Melody while we figure things out. Don’t worry, she’s great with fillies,” Sweet Feathers explained.

I peered closer at Dream Weaver’s cousin, noticing the graceful pegasus being shy in front of the camera. I guess gracefulness runs in the family. I then noticed three pink butterflies printed on her side. Taking a quick look, I then gazed at the picture on my rump then at Sweet Feathers, which was just a single blue and white feather.

“Question, what’s with the tattoos on the side of our asses?” I asked absentmindedly.

Sweet Feathers eyes widened at my bluntness that I couldn’t help but stutter a quick follow up. “Well….I just couldn’t help but notice that everypony seems to have one and was wondering why?”

She decided to ignore my forward way of asking and explained, “It’s called a cutie mark. When a pony learns what their special talent is, there cutie mark appears. It’s a rite of passage that everypony goes through.”

I have to admit. That’s pretty cool. I mean, wouldn’t it be awesome to know for sure what you were supposed to do with your life? I wouldn’t mind having one in my real life. I turned and peered at Dream Weaver’s cutie mark. Seeing that it was a dream catcher, I guess she specializes with dreams? Maybe she interprets them or something.

While the thought of cutie marks wandered around my head, we found ourselves in front of the last picture of me laying down on a picnic blanket in a little meadow. Lying next to me was a small purple colt with dark blue hair. Dream Weaver was smiling while the kid looked like he just noticed a camera being there. I didn’t even need to have Sweat Feathers explain.

“Silent Melody.”

Sweet Feathers smiled at my observation. “He seemed like a nice young stallion.”

I peered at her with a raised eyebrow. Sweet Feathers smiled sadly at me before turning to look at the picture. “I’ve only met him once…and that was the day of your accident.”

My eyes widened at the statement. Dream Weaver never introduced him to her mom? What the hell, Dream?

“I found out that you’ve had him for the past six months. I’m sure you had your reasons for not telling me. You never do anything without a good reason.” She then turned back to me. “He seems like such a nice colt. You won’t know more about him until you meet him, but from what I’ve learned, he’s polite, but distant. He’s also mute.” She watched my reaction before she continued. “Fluttershy foal-sits him sometimes, but I learned that his voice is mentally blocked. Doctors say that his vocals are just fine. So be prepared when you meet him.”
My eyes only widened as she continued. I didn’t know how to deal with kids, much less someone who can’t tell me what they want. How was I supposed to take care of him?

Sweet Feathers ears twitched and she turned toward the kitchen. “Oatmeal is done. Let’s go eat, shall we?” And with that, she headed towards the kitchen. I took one last look at the picture before I followed; worry once again plaguing my mind. I forced myself to take a couple of deep breathes. One step at a time, Ally. One step at a time.

Sweet Feathers set the bowl of oatmeal in front of me as I sat down at the table. I went to take the spoon when I realized, once again, I couldn’t grab it. I grew annoyed as my attempts to grab the god damned spoon failed until Sweet Feathers cleared her throat. I looked up to see her staring at me. She appeared to be waiting for me to finish my failed attempts before she finally spoke.

“When you’re picking something up, you need to picture picking it up. You can’t just put your hoof on something and automatically pick it up.”

“But I DID want to hold it!”

“Wanting it and picturing it are two different things. Look at the spoon and imagine you picking it up,” she instructed.

I hesitated before I stared at the spoon again. When I put my hoof on it, I pictured my hoof picking up the spoon and the next thing I knew, I was holding it. Alaugh escaped my throat at my accomplishment. When I pictured dropping the spoon, it fell from my hoof and landed on the table with a clang. I looked towards Sweet Feathers with a big smile plastered on my face. “How does that work?!”

Sweet Feathers chuckled at my excitement. “Ponies have microscopic hair on their hooves to grab things. When we want to pick up something, the hairs on our hooves grab the object and when we want to let it go, it releases.”

I nodded absentmindedly at her explanation, not actually thinking that there was an explanation. Before I could ask more, she continued. “It’s only for light objects; cups, silverware, pens, and other small things. For heavier objects, we either have to balance it on our hooves,” she showed by picking up the bowl and balancing it on her hoof, “or grab it with our wrists.” She demonstrated again by grabbing the handle of her mug with her other hoof and used her wrist to lift it. “You’ll get used to it, eventually.”

I decided to play around a bit by copying her. I tried the mug first, which looked easier and slipped my hoof through the handle. When I got a good grip on it, it lifted up, finding it very easy to lift. I let it go and tried to lift the bowl next. It was a little tough, but I manage to put my hoof under the bowl and lift it up. My smile widened with each accomplishment, glad that I was at least getting something right.

When I was done with my little experiments, I picked up my spoon and started to eat my oatmeal. I smiled contently when I realized she put syrup and sugar in it. We ate in silence for a while before Sweat Feathers spoke up.

“So about our plan today, what do you want to do?” she questioned.

I paused in my eating and thought about her question. What DID I want to do? I was so focused on getting used to my body and surroundings that I didn’t even think about how to get back to my body. But what could I do? I had no idea how I got here in the first place. How was I supposed to get back? I found myself staring into my oatmeal without realizing it and met Sweet Feathers’s gaze.

Remember Ally, one step at a time. What can I do, now? When I thought more on it, I decided it was best if I familiarized myself with Dream Weaver’s life. If I can survive on my own, I’ll have easier time getting information. I can’t do that if I’m constantly babied and watched. I thought about meeting Dream Weaver’s son and my stomach dropped. I didn’t want to meet him, but, if I had to I would rather meet him with other ponies around than one on one.

“I want to meet my…son,” I choked. Like calling Sweet Feathers mom, calling someone my son was hard.

Sweet Feathers’s eyes widened at my suggestion. “I didn’t think you’d want to see him right away.”

“Honestly, I’m a bit worried. But I thought maybe we could explore the town together. I think it would be better to have an activity to do
when getting to know him again,” I rationalized. Pausing, I continued, “Does he know what’s going on?”

“He’s well informed. Fluttershy sat him down and explained what was going on. He took it well and informed Fluttershy that he was okay to see you when you’re ready,” she explained.

“Wow…he seems like a tough kid,” I commented.

“From what Fluttershy has told me, he’s basically an adult trapped in a colt body. He’s very mature for his age.”

I nodded my head in thought. He may be mature for his age, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t still feel bothered by what’s happening. I just hope that he is mature enough to handle the truth if he ever finds out.

Taking our dishes and putting them in the sink, Sweet Feathers motioned me towards the door, and we were off to meet my so-called son.

Author's Note:

I'm sorry for the lateness everyone! Between my two jobs and school, my creative juices have been at an all time low
And I know that most of you expected to see the meeting of Ally and Silent Melody, but I felt like that was a WHOLE different project that I did not have the energy to do. Next chapter should be better and have the meeting. As an apology, here's some sketches of our main characters so far.

Sweet Feathers

Silent Melody

And of course, our protagonist Ally (aka Dream Weaver)

Look forward to the next chapter!!

Comments

[tsaukpaetra]

So Silent is a Savant? If this is going where we think it is, he could be verh helpful indeed ...
Keep going! ;)

[Gimmeguy]

Yes! Another chapter!

I'd love to see how this story progresses. It's such an interesting and creative concept and I feel like it's hard to come by stories like this. So, yeah...moar plz

[Xzaves]

6554354 A savant or a mature mute?

[tsaukpaetra]

6555061 Well, hard to say, since we haven't met him yet.

[Hoppa_21]

Love it, and hope to see more in the future!

[Omega6047]

I don't trust the mother. At all. There's something fishy about her, though I don't know what.

In fact let's theorize, What if Dream Weaver didn't tell her mother about Melody because she was afraid of her, and when she did find out she got pissed and tried to kill Weaver and then take Melody as her own, of course she didn't expect she will survive, but since she has an 'amnesia' she can easily manipulate her.

[Texus]

I had read the chapter at work, or at least when I had break today, it was really nice, and somehow interessting how affraid she was to meet new people, or rather Dream Weavers family, probably because she was supposed to take care of a child too, and not just herself.

Well...at first I didn´t knew what to think about Fluttershy being her cousin, but she is my favourite character, and it is still like a new meeting.

I´m just curious how much Dream Weaver means to Fluttershy, and I hope you can think of something interessting if she is about to meet her son. Not sure how close they already where, and how long she had him.
I just hope nothing happens to fast while they have to learn about each other again.

I can´t really concentrate right now, but I believe I said everything, awesome chapter, I hope we get another one soon, but of course take your time, I don´t want to risk a lesser quality.

[Rocky Runner]

I'm sorry for the lateness everyone! Between my two jobs and school, my creative juices have been at an all time low

Exactly why I haven't- *screeching noise* Wait, minus the two jobs part... between vidoegames, television, and school, my "creative juices" have been at an "all-time low"... 'bout to get something out soon though (been six weeks-ish since I published a chapter in my own story... dang...)

Oh, and great to finally see an update! Look forward to seeing more!

[Viper Pit]

she’s great with fillies,”

foals would be better instead of fillies

[Luckyfanisaac]

“Shop? Silent Melody?” I asked, looking at her like she just spoke French.

Silent Melody I think I know that name.

I can’t believe so many animals were that close to us….wait….is that a fucking bear posing behind them!?

When a pony learns what their special talent is, their cutie mark appears.

I pictured Dream Weaver as a scrawny Pegasus.

[KvAT]

Love the arts. It's basic as they go, but it has it's weight in gold for immersiveness.