I find myself in a familiar place, yet nothing is remembered. I used to love all of these new colors and smells I have never seen before. I look into the blue sky, and catch just a fleeting glimpse of the same clouds I have seen years ago but for the first time. This is my story, and this is how I came to Equestira.

-A "I find myself in Equestria" fanfic, but this time, it's based on my Lucid Dreaming. Farewell! :D

An old legend, a ponies tale as it is. (As always is) Seems to be true. The emotionless Herobrine, the solemn wanderer has traveled once again to another dimension to observe it's existence. In the land of ponies he doesn't mix well with a crowd, and it's hard enough he's the only human in Equestria, or so he thinks. Will the hearts and minds of Equestria be able to cope with such a ghostly figure?