Bon-Bon: You’re… not looking so hot.

Lyra: Mmm.

Bon-Bon: More nightmares?

Lyra: Yee.

Bon-Bon: Reoccurring nightmares?

Lyra: Uh-uh.

Bon-Bon: You… sometimes make Tumblr posts about new ones. Did you-?
Lyra: No.

Bon-Bon: That bad?

Lyra: And graphic.

Bon-Bon: Yeesh.

Lyra: Why am I like this? I never hear anypony else having nightmares all the time. Isn’t Luna supposed to be watching over the dreamscape or something? Are my nightmares not bad enough? Is it just me? Am I overreacting?

Bon-Bon: You’ve talked to her one-on-one half a dozen times. Why haven’t you ever asked?

Lyra: “Oh hey, Princess Luna! I wake up multiple times every night weeping from the ghastly visions my broken mind won’t stop producing. What, may I ask, the [omitted], your majesty?“

Bon-Bon: I’m sure you could think of a better way to word that.

Okay, so in this nightmare I’m a news anchor. Or I work on the show or something. Anyway this other news anchor died. Never explained who he was or how he died. I was upset, but the rest of the news team was trying to turn it into some big publicized thing. And I was angry. I wanted to take control of the news story and change how it was presented. And I did. But I lost traction or something and they got control back.

So we’re at the last segment and I was there in the back and they said something that really got under my skin and I walked out there and I mean I’m ready to deck a fool. But as I’m holding the guy’s chair back and about to lay one into his face, I realize that I wasn’t the only one who missed him and he wouldn’t have wanted this.

And it hits me just how much it hurts. It just hurts so much that he’s gone. And-and I stumble off set weeping and I just curl up in front of a door and cry and cry. And when I wake up… it still hurts. And it’s stupid. It wasn’t real, but I couldn’t make it stop hurting. So all I could do is lay there, struggling to hold back tears, just so I can go back to sleep.

Bon-Bon: Did… Did you have a strange dream with Princess Celestia in it?

Lyra: … Not really… Why?

Bon-Bon: I was baking and suddenly Princess Celestia shows up looking really haggard.  And she was like, “Don’t be afraid, everything’s going to be okay.“ In this completely drained voice and I’m just like, “So should I use less cinnamon? More?“

Tootsie: I had a dream I was running in a race and Princess Celestia showed up and said “You don’t have to run.“ I and said “But I want to win.“ And she said “It’s okay to lose. Failure is a natural part of life.“ And I was just… it’s a game?

Lyra: Weird.

Bon-Bon: What did you dream about?

Lyra: Falling into the sun. And don’t worry, the metaphor isn’t lost on me. But it’s been reoccurring again lately so I don’t think it’s related.

Bon-Bon: Do you ever have a good night sleep?

Lyra: Sometimes. [Pause] Once in a while.

Had a dream, short one as far as I can remember, where Bon-Bon told me she joined a band. And I’m all “Oh my gosh! That’s great!“ And she was trying to show me the kind of music they’d be playing and I’m figuring something slower and spiritual with, like, personal stories tied to them. Folk/Bluegrass-paced at the very most. And then she brings up a window playing this song and I’m just losing it.

“Bon-Bon-hahaha-what?“
“What’s wrong, Lyra?“
“HA-hahahahaha!“
“You don’t like this song?“
“No!-Hahaha-It’s fine!-Hahahahaha! W-… What instrument do you play?“
“I’m the singer.“
“HAHA~! AH hahahahaha!“

“Lyra, please talk to me. This isn’t like you.“
Despite the princess’s plea, Lyra’s eyes remained fixed on the floor.
“Are you afraid? I promise, we can protect you. You can stay here!“
When Princess Celestia lifted her hoof to raise Lyra’s head, Lyra jerked away.
“Are they holding something over you? Are you protecting somepony? Please talk to me, Lyra.“
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“Lyra, please. Silence is not the answer. Aren’t pony’s lives at stake? This can’t get any better if you don’t say something.“
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“Lyra, I know you’ve been angry with me. But if you can just put that aside…“
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“Lyra, please say something! Anything!“
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“Lyra! Lyra!“
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Lyra could feel the princess’s tears on her shoulder and she clutched at her bedsheet. Though her mouth moved, she couldn’t speak a reply to the nightmares. In the morning, she would find the tears had been her own.

“Lyra, I know you’re being forced into this.” Princess Celestia walked toward Lyra and placed a wing around her, “Tell me who. Tell me how they’re getting to you. Are there others? I promise we will find a way to put a stop to this once and for-.“
Lyra took a step back and pushed the alicorn’s wing away, “Just send me away again. Like you did last time.“
“W-what?“ Princess Celestia, stunned, looked between the guards, searching for an answer, “Lyra, that was over a year ago. Sunset Shimmer… I had apologized for-… I’m sorry, Lyra. Please forgive me. But you must-“
Lyra shook her head, “I have nothing to say…“ She never even looked up.

“Lyra, what have you done?“ There was a hint of anger in the princess’s tone as she spoke, back turned.
“What difference does it make?” Lyra pushed herself up and wiped some dirt off her coat, “All those selfish ponies do is waste it anyway. You know that money could actually mean something to-“
In a flash, Lyra’s gaze was met with bright, glowing eyes and a thunderous shout, “TO WHOM DO YOU SPEAK?!“ Lyra crumpled to the floor in a low bow and shivered. But before she could reply, Princess Celestia turned her back to the filly, “Take her. I haven’t the time or the patience.“
Lyra jumped to her feet as fast as she could, but was already held by two soldiers, “No! Please your highness!” She struggled against their grip, but was slowly dragged away. “I’m sorry! Please! Just let me explain! Please!“

“Lyra…“ Princess Celestia stood at a distance in profile from Lyra. Her eyes were closed and her head was lowered. Her shoulders sagged in disappointment, “There were many witnesses… They… they said you stole food. Why? Have you not been provided with enough to eat?“
Lyra stood up and fought back tears, “There were others your highness! Living on the streets! I was trying to help them! But I only took a little! Nopony would miss it!“
The princess grit her teeth, “We are responsible for our own actions.“ Lyra’s head fell and she too closed her eyes. “If there are ponies going hungry, then we will do what we can. But the law is the law. You must not…“

“A-gh! Let go of me! Let gooo!“

Lyra flailed against the armored ponies dragging her down the massive hallway, but to no avail. If she had the strength to fight back before, it had long since waned. Two doors, easily ten times Lyra’s size, parted before them and the light inside blinded her. She felt herself finally released onto the carpet beneath her. And as her vision returned, a towering figure came into view.

“Lyra? Are you alright?“ The pearl-white princess of the sun knelt down to level herself with Lyra. “Please tell me what happened. I know that what I heard cannot be true.“
Lyra’s forced herself to her haunches and her eyes darted around the throne room. She struggled against exhaustion to explain herself, “It… it wasn’t me! I saw him steal it! I tried to stop him!“
“You tried?“ Princess Celestia drew back to give the filly space.
Lyra’s eyes widen, “I-I did! I did stop him! I got the pouch back! I was going to return it! But then they started yelling at me! I got scared and I ran! They were yelling at me!“
The alicorn princess wrapped her long arm around Lyra and drew her in close, “Shh… It’s alright, child. If you can tell us what he looked like…“

So, originally I wasn’t going to post about the whole peeing part of that last dream because: A) It’s awkward, 2) It’s embarrassing, and Sea) I didn’t want that part of the dream to become the focus of the post. Which is evidently what happened anyway. I only even mentioned it because the post seemed a little short without it. But, since that’s what everyone seemed interested in-!

It wasn’t just a side part of the dream. There were several sequences of me trying to pee as a dude and I kept hitting the toilet seat. And this guy, who would only show up while I’m in the bathroom, would coach me about peeing. And he wasn’t just on the other side of the stall or anything, he was literally standing right next to me watching me pee. One time in particular he was even having a conversation with someone else while I’m focusing on trying to keep it in the bowl. And I’d lose control and spray the side and I’d just hear “Narrow! Come on, narrow!“ Straight and narrow, that’s what he’d say. Like two settings on a garden hose nozzle. 

So there. I’m going to go sit in the corner and turn red while regretting having wrote and posted this.

Had another dream. This one was about going out to catch-and-release rabbits. I was really young, but Bon-Bon wasn’t? Anyway, we would grab the rabbits, they weren’t very fast for some reason, and feed them carrots. Then we’d let them go. I don’t remember there being anything else to it. Maybe they were sick and we were trying to help them?

But then I saw a pony acting like a rabbit. So I caught the pony and fed them carrots, and then they stopped acting like a rabbit. They said they were a nun and they lived out in the forest. When I tried to tell Bon-Bon, she wanted nothing to do with them. So I head into the forest with the pony and we find an old, abandoned church, and she’s all like: “What happened here?“ And it never got that far, but the dream seemed to be implying that she was from the past or something. And that Bon-Bon knew the church was abandoned and that’s why she didn’t want to get involved.

There also seemed to have been some side thing going on where I was turned into a colt and some other colt was trying to teach me how to pee accurately. Something about contracting muscles to narrow the stream for more control? Anyway, when I woke up I had to pee. But is that a… is that a thing?

Okay, so last night I had a dream- not a nightmare- and it was strange. I don’t remember how it started, but an old foalhood friend of mine and I, as adults, were in a play. It took place in a naval academy through three sets- all of which were set up at once- and we and the other actors would move between the sets as appropriate through, like, prop walls.

I seemed to be replacing some other actor. And my character was trying to propose to my friend’s character. We both loved each other, but my friend’s character was, I think, worried I was trying to advance our relationship too fast or something. There were some religious undertones and her character was very specific about wanting to get married for the right reasons. But she was about to leave the academy for some long voyage, and I couldn’t go for some reason.

Anyway, the whole thing eventually leads up to the big final scene where the center set turns out to actually be a secret forth set, as the walls of the building lower to reveal that the stairs were really the gangplank to board the ship. And my character and her character have our last conversation about love and marriage. And I remember my character said something along the lines of:

“I don’t feel that you will have changed when you get back. But the world will have.“

And that lead into a sorrowful, musical number for the ending, where it’s implied that their character leaves. And then everypony started clapping and the play was over and we all just kinda left the set to talk to the audience or something? I woke up soon after.

Mare, though. I wish I remembered that song. I remember it being really emotional and good.

Edit: Oh, and she and I were the lead singers of the song.

I had a nightmare last night, which isn’t new, but in this one I lost a permanent tooth.

That is a new kind of terrifying.

1) Look, I’ve had some realistic dreams myself before. But that doesn’t make them anything more than dreams.

2) I-… Ugh-Up until a few weeks ago I’d argue, but after Pinkie and that pool… I’m not agreeing to it, but I’m not denying that it’s possible either.

3) Not until I get a vinyl… Or at least a molded.

4) Either quickly or never.

5) Humans could unite against the threat they pose to each other when they fight. Makes sense on paper.

6) You guys spend too much time on poorly thought-out fantasies.

7) W- I don’t- I mean, I believe in mysteries. Mysterious is an adjective.

8) You let me worry about that.

1) Uh… Huh… That doesn’t sound made up.

2) Nice troll, buddy. Next you’re gonna to give me “proof.”

3) Most paparazzi don’t turn an entire town against themselves. That would be why it wasn’t their special talent, despite their evident skill. You gotta pick and choose who you write about.

4) Hard to say. Usually it has to do with how relatable the subject is. If it’s something the audience is supposed to relate heavily to, but the subject is off-the-wall bizarre to our culture, make them ponies. Instantly more relatable! On the other hoof, if any attempt to tie the subject to reality is being withheld…

5) Buddy, all the cool kids are hanging out with their friends.

6) Not in particular. I’m sure I’d like it if I did, but who has the time?

7) No, a villain is a technical designation by the Equestrian government designed to identify any entity that has made an attempt to over-through, take over, destroy, damage, or otherwise undermine Equestria’s authority as an international power, as decided by the Princess herself.

I swear, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you bronies just sit there looking for loopholes. Almost like you think I’m making this stuff up on the spot!