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I Lost Apple Bloom at a Concert

(This entry says I wrote it on the 14th… but it’s the 13th… I WROTE IT TOMORROW!!!)

What. The. Fuck. This was the weirdest dream I’ve had in a long time… I remember many details, but it’s like… I don’t even know where to start! I guess I’ll just… I’ll try to keep everything in the right order, but I may not be able to remember everything that happened exactly when it happened.

So… I have an ex friend named Ariel, but she appears in my dreams a lot. You see, in the last year that I knew her, she just became this horribly compulsive liar, was doing drugs, skipping beauty school even though she was paying to go there, and overall, became a bad friend. I mean, she always had problems with lying and skipping high school, but it got way worse. So, in my dreams, she’s the Ariel that I remember being a good friend, and this dream was one of those. Now, I know nothing of her now, so I don’t know if she likes My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, but apparently she did in this dream. And you won’t believe where we went…

We went to a concert. But it wasn’t just any concert. The mane… seven? From the Equestria Girls universe came to our universe to play an exclusive concert that only MLP fans knew about. So, what I mean by seven is that it was Twilight Sparkle, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Rarity, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, and Sunset Shimmer. Both Dash and Sunset Shimmer were on guitar. The problem was, in our universe, their magic of friendship didn’t work, because there’s no magic here, and they hadn’t counted on that. But I’ll get back to that in a moment.

Apple Bloom wanted to see the concert too, since, of course, her universe knew about it because Twilight had to be there. A few other ponies had come as well, but none of the mane six. In fact, it was a random pegasus that brought Apple Bloom to us, because apparently Ariel and I had somehow made an agreement to foalsit her at the concert, but the pegasus couldn’t stay. Apple Bloom was a bit nervous to be with us, especially since we knew her, but she didn’t know us, and I’m sitting there like, “I hope she doesn’t figure out that I made her a serial killer…” The odd thing was, she had a cutie mark, but it was a sparkly cloud with a happy face. Even that would be better than that stupid shield the Crusaders have, huh? Oh, and Apple Bloom wasn’t wearing her bow, but a hat that Babs Seed lent her… I don’t know why.

So, the Rainbooms performed, and because everyone loved MLP, they liked it despite the fact that they couldn’t use their magic, which shocked them. By the time the concert was over, they seemed really upset. Sunset Shimmer was trying to be the positive one, telling the others that it was okay, and that everyone liked it anyway, but there was no cheering them up. In fact, poor Applejack was so upset, she cursed for the first time in her life. She said, “everything I thought I knew was just bullshit.” Then… for some reason, she turned into Vinyl Scratch. And Ariel and I were all like, “oh! That makes sense! No wonder there are all those pictures on the internet showing AJ as Vinyl Scratch! Because they’re the same pony!” Of course, this isn’t actually true. XD I guess, in my dream, it was assumed that AJ and Vinyl had never been seen in the same place at the same time, so there was a theory that they were the same pony, and Vinyl Scratch was who AJ became when she didn’t want to be herself anymore.

Anyway, after the concert, Ariel, Apple Bloom, and I were walking around the merchandise hall (because concerts have entire halls like a convention instead of just a kiosk, didn’t you know?), but Apple Bloom was so small, we lost sight of her. So we’re running around trying to find her, but we got distracted by a room filled with sweets, and you know me, I wish I could eat nothing but sweets for the rest of my life, so I was stuffing my face with candy, cookies, and cake. Ariel wasn’t being such a pig about it, which was odd, because in real life, she was definitely a pig. We finally found her, and had to board this magical… flying bus train…? So that we could get her back to her own universe, but we accidentally missed the main one, and had to board the second one… which wasn’t the right one…

There were a lot of shady people, and apparently they all thought Apple Bloom was a stuffed toy, because they all scared her to the point where she wouldn’t talk. It became clear that this wasn’t the right magical flying bus train when the conductor started warning us about the things that normally happened on this line… the first was that it went REALLY FUCKING FAST. Did I mention that these things had no roof? Yeah, so Apple Bloom’s hat flew off, and she was like, “Babs is gonna kill me!” We had to hang on to that filly for dear life, too, afraid that she’d be blown away! But once again, we were distracted…

All of a sudden, we were in this pitch black tunnel, and surrounding us were pixels of every single color, which we could feel as tiny vibrations as we touched them, and when we touched them, we could hear the most wonderful, beautiful, calming music in existence. The pixels then filled the tunnel so that they were passing through our bodies, and the visual experience was so hypnotizing. I remember saying, “I can feel the music!” I sounded like some stupid hippy junkie, but it was true. The little pixels would hit my body, and the vibrations were so therapeutic, it was like Maynard James Keenan was in the same room and singing just for me. Hey, a girl can dream, okay?

After we got through the tunnel, the surroundings were still dark, and it seemed like we were in a completely different universe. We were all still a little zoned out from the pixels, and Apple Bloom looked more like a stuffed toy than ever, so when we tried to speak to her, people would laugh and say, “those stupid pony freaks think their toy is real.” Then the conductor said, “make sure to protect your children here, folks… they might get taken by the Snatcher. Keep your eyes peeled, and look the Snatcher right in the eye to chase him away, but he’ll come back. Stay alert.” Staying alert was a difficult task when we all felt like we had taken a shit load of sleeping medication. Ariel and I held onto Apple Bloom, squinting around for anything that might take her, because we had no idea what the Snatcher looked like. We finally saw him when he tried to take her. He was sticky, pitch black goo that moved around quickly, though he looked like the shadow of goo, not something actually material. He had two, beady white eyes, and when he tried to take a child, he’d lash out to attempt to stick to it and pull it back into the darkness.

Ariel and I kept trying to follow him, but he was too fast, so eventually we had Apple Bloom in the middle of us, and we were back to back so we could meet his eyes. We managed to fend him off a few times, but right before we finally exited the Snatcher’s territory, he got the little filly, and we both started freaking out. A few other people had lost their children, and were shouting at us for joking around, still believing that our baby pony was a toy. Those of us who had lost someone were dropped off in the Snatcher’s territory, and we were told that we had to find where the Snatcher took them. He wouldn’t kill them, but would hide them in other universes, so we had to go to those universes and locate them… but finding them wasn’t going to be easy.

First we had to watch out in the distance for any sign of our young companions through a crowd of people and creatures that the Snatcher had placed as decoys. Ariel and I were still getting made fun of for looking for a stuffed pony… But then we saw Apple Bloom briefly as she ran down a hill and vanished in the crowd, so we sprinted ahead of everyone else to get to the area where we saw her, and there was a huge box of wood shavings with items sticking out. A couple people found their kids in here, as it was really deep, and I spotted a bit of pinkish red, which I grabbed, but this was a life sized Apple Bloom that actually was just a toy. When we tossed it back and remained upset, people started thinking we were crazy. I told Ariel, “if I don’t get her back to Ponyville soon, Applejack is going to be horrified! She’ll never trust me again!!” Because… I knew her or something? I have no idea. That’s when I realized I was never actually informed on how to enter their universe, which made me panic more.

The next trial was weird, and I find it insulting that my subconscious would do this to me. We had to get through an obstacle course filled with drugs. Like fumes from burning crap, needles, pills, whatever that shit comes in. The point was to “tempt” everyone, distract them from not looking for their kids. Apparently I was the only one who had never had a drug problem. Ariel had many times, so I ended up losing her to a room where everyone was smoking pot. People kept falling for the temptation, and as I passed the junkies, they were like, “man, you gotta try this, this is some good shit…” I had to keep telling everyone that I wasn’t like them, that I didn’t do stupid stuff like that. The hard part came when I had to climb a wall covered in needles with various drugs. I wasn’t good at climbing, and I’m like, “are you fucking kidding me?” It was hard enough not to prick myself with needles when I’m sewing… but I remembered that this was to save a filly, and that was extremely important to me.

As I climbed, I did manage to stick myself a couple of times, but not deep enough for anything to enter my blood stream. I’d actually tear the needles off of the wall and toss them to the floor for the junkies to fight over. By the time I was over, I had numerous needles that I had to pick from my body, but I wasn’t feeling too sick, so I knew that not enough got into my system to where I’d be in danger of addiction… or worse. I encountered this tall stick monster that was holding a big bucket of water. In the bucket, I saw a pinkish red color, and I lunged to pull out poor Apple Bloom. She was fine, apparently the water was liquid oxygen. O_O The monster sneered at me, but I wasn’t sure why, and I carried the sodden pony away, ending up in an empty area that looked a lot like the Violence District in LSD: Dream Emulator.

I asked Apple Bloom if she was okay, but she just stared at me, grinning. Then she lifted up a hoof, and I saw a blue, circular sticker, which I pulled off. To my horror, Apple Bloom disintegrated. On the underside of the sticker, it said, “GOTCHA!” and I yelled in anger. On the spot where the fake Apple Bloom vanished was a rolled up piece of parchment, so I took it and read it… it was very loopy handwriting that gave me directions where to go, so I took the street it told me to follow, and went on from there. I think I was the only one who got through the drug trial.

By the time I got to my destination, I was, once again, in pitch blackness, but I kept walking straight. Finally, it cleared, and I was in a forest. Still walking, I exited the forest, and came to a cabin, in which I said, “no way.” Can you guess where this is going? No? What if I told you a giant man with a long, shaggy beard came out to greet me? Yup. I was in the Harry Potter universe. This wasn’t the first time. Not only that, but I had been aged down. I could tell because I was much thinner, my hair was a little longer, and the tooth I had gotten pulled a few years ago was back. Not only that, but the two teeth that got root canals when I was sixteen had no fillings, so I was younger than sixteen. My hair was blonde, I was the same height as I am now… so my only conclusion was that I was fourteen.

For some reason, Hagrid, as well as pretty much everyone else at Hogwarts, were aware that the Snatcher had dumped something that wasn’t supposed to be in their universe… into their universe, so I was expected. I was still a Muggle, though, so many charms had to be lifted in order for me to even be able to see the castle. Since I was a Muggle from a different universe, this didn’t count as exposure. Not only that (I say “not only that” a lot), they were completely aware that they were in a book. Hagrid explained to me that it was a couple days after the second task of the Twiwizard Tournament, so I realized that I was in the fourth book. That explained why I was fourteen. It was strange, because, even though the characters knew they were in a book, they didn’t know how the book would end, so Hagrid told me, “I know ye’ve read the series and all, but don’t go interferin with the plot, yeh hear? Don’t go tellin everyone what’s gonna happen, or’ll that’ll change the book.” Me: THIS IS SO COOL!!!!

I was dressed in robes to blend in, but still, everyone knew who I was and why I was there. I attended some classes, because in order to find what I was looking for, I had to answer questions about their universe. When I was in Potions, the Slytherins were laughing at me, ya know, cause I was a Muggle, and I was FASCINATED WITH EVERYTHING THEY WERE DOING BECAUSE IT WAS AMAZING!!!!! I went up to Pansy Parkinson and said, “ya know, I’ve heard you Slytherins aren’t very pleasant.” But I smiled at her because I already knew everything about them and what would happen. Though, when I saw Draco Malfoy, I couldn’t help but smile at him because… well, I always fall for him in every dream I have with him in it. I think I saw him smirk, but I wasn’t sure if that was him flirting back, or if it was because he thought I was scum.

Apparently there were some rules to having me in their universe. Time was actually stopped, though the characters on the Hogwarts grounds were in motion for the sake of helping me. They were unable to speak of me after I left, even if they remembered me, so Rita Skeeter wouldn’t be able to write about me. It’s not that they weren’t allowed to, it was that they couldn’t. It was weird. I decided to follow the Gryffindors around, hanging out with, you guessed it, Harry, Ron, and Hermione. There were times when I had to stick my fist in my mouth and say, “must! Not! Interfere! With! Plot!” Transfiguration was cool, and Hermione was extremely impressed with how much I knew, and I told her, “well, it was you who taught me a lot of it.” I was disappointed that I wasn’t able to do magic myself, even when Harry tried to let me use his wand. I said to him, “I didn’t expect much. I am a Muggle. In my universe, magic doesn’t even exist.” He and his friends were all fascinated by this information, but Harry remembered a time when he thought magic didn’t exist too.

After Professor McGonagall had me answer questions about events that had happened in the first three books, I hung out with the trio outside, even though it was kind of cold, it being February. I explained to them who I was looking for; a talking adolescent female pony with pinkish red mane and tail, and yellow hide. I told them that she wouldn’t look like a normal pony, that her head and body shape would be much different, and her eyes would be big and expressive. I ended up drawing a picture of her. Then Draco Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle came up to us and started jeering about “the great Harry Potter mingling with a Muggle from an inferior universe.” Harry and his friends were about to defend me, but little teenage me couldn’t help but go up to Draco and start flirting with him. I told him he was cute, and his expression looked a mix of disgust and flattery. Harry did not look happy, and when the Slytherins had left, he asked me what that was about. I said, “to be honest, I’ve always had sort of a crush on Draco, especially after seeing who played him in the movies.” Hermione and Harry both asked, “there are movies based on our book series?” and Ron asked, “what are movies?” It was super weird when Harry later confided in me that he had sort of a crush on Draco too, and I was like, “am I in the right universe? Are you sure this isn’t a fan fiction?” He told me that his character was written to have a crush on Cho Chang (I couldn’t tell him about Ginny), so he had to do whatever was written about him, even if he was aware of his true feelings. I said, “it must suck to not have any free will unless universes collide,” and he nodded. But he said it wasn’t so bad, because he did like Cho a lot, too, since she wasn’t an ass like Draco was.

I managed to pass all of the tests I had to go through, but there was one final trial. I guess you don’t have to have magic blood to ride a broomstick? So I was to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team in a game of non-magical Quidditch, which had something to do with long sticks with foam at the end, looking like giant Q-tips… I DON’T KNOW, but I was really bad at it. I ended up saying, “it’s not my fault! I can’t move well in my dreams!” We ended up losing against the Slytherin team, so my search for Apple Bloom couldn’t continue. The thing was, no one knew where the filly was, not until I completed a series of events to unlock that information… so instead, they had me swim in the lake with a bunch of small tentacle creatures that would latch onto me, which stung. It was like they were just balls of jellyfish tentacles. I was supposed to collect them without getting stung, but I couldn’t manage that either! Afterward, I took a break at Hagrid’s.

I ended up asking him, “listen… something really bad happens at the end of this book… it’s a matter of life and death… am I still not allowed to tell anyone about it? Not even Dumbledore?” His expression became more serious, and he allowed me to inform him that Voldemort returns. He was horrified, naturally, and I told him the entire story of what happens in the maze, Cedric Diggory’s death, the graveyard, and I was about to tell him about Barty Crouch Jr., but the sky had suddenly grown dark. It was weird, because, since time was stopped, it wasn’t possible for it to be night time. Hagrid said he made a mistake by allowing me to tell him that, and we ran outside of the cabin. Every character, including him and I, had chains coming out of our chests, a metal loop at the end, and they were floating in the air horizontally. He told me I had to find Apple Bloom’s chain and leave this universe quickly.

To my great surprise, Draco found her first, and he ended up carrying her to me. She was shaking in fright, and when I took her, Draco was giving me this look, like he knew something bad was going to happen, and he didn’t want to stay. A hole formed in the ground, trying to suck me in, and I gripped Apple Bloom’s chain loop tightly in my hand, but Draco didn’t look like he wanted me to leave him, so I took his chain loop as well. Hagrid shouted at me, saying I couldn’t take anything bad into another universe, or I’d upset the balance, and we’d be stuck between dimensions forever, but the three of us were sucked into the hole.

It was dark, and we seemed to be underwater, but were able to breathe. I was trying to tell Draco that he didn’t have to be bad, that he could come with me. We were still stuck between universes, so my age hadn’t returned to normal yet. In fact, Draco’s hand was clasped around his tie, which he had taken off, and the other end was stuck where the hole had been. He told me he didn’t want to be away from me, because I guess he had fallen for me or something (T_T cliché), but he didn’t want me to be stuck in limbo forever. Still, he also didn’t want something bad to happen in his universe. He ended up kissing me, and then whispered in my ear, “come fix it.” I still had a firm hold on his chain, but when he used his wand to open the hole back up, as it hadn’t fully closed, the blast forced me to let go of, not only his, but Apple Bloom’s as well. I was shot back into his universe without either of them. This had broken so many laws of nature, time resumed, but the sky remained dark.

All of the characters had free will, but the written events still had to happen. They could speak and interact with me, but I still couldn’t actually be written into the story. Time kept trying to stop again so that it wouldn’t upset the book, but I wanted to, not only save Draco and Apple Bloom, but save the Harry Potter universe as well. Draco had told me to fix it, so I was going to try.

Ready for another cliché event? Harry ended up falling for me too. I knew Draco would be upset, but I guess I went out with Harry. This is like a cringe worthy fan fic where the author writes themselves as the character’s love interest. I told Harry I wish I could’ve gone to the Yule Ball with him, actually made it fun instead of unpleasant, but he said that might’ve kept him from finding out Hagrid was half-giant before Rita could write about it in the Daily Prophet. He asked me what happened with Draco, and I told him he wasn’t actually that bad, that he does bad things in the later books, but him falling for me had changed it somehow. I explained to Harry that I needed to speak to Dumbledore, but I wasn’t able to, as time started to speed up, and it was almost the third task. Actually, I had to hold Harry’s hand as tightly as I could, because he was written to enter the maze, and even though he wanted to stay with me, he had no control over what his feet were doing.

I ended up screaming at him about what happens, that Alastor Moody was not the real Moody, the real one was in his trunk with the many locks. The imposter had put Harry’s name in the Goblet of Fire, and the Twiwizard Cup in the maze had been turned into a Portkey. I explained about Cedric’s death, and Harry ended up saying, “well, if I don’t go, Cedric’s still going to get sent to the graveyard and die!” I told him, “I know, and it’s horrible, but if you go, Voldemort will return because he needs your blood to complete the ritual! That’s why I need to tell Dumbledore what’s going on! You cannot enter that maze!” He was trying his hardest to allow free will to trump his written actions, but just then, another hole opened in the ground, and Draco came out, still holding Apple Bloom. He looked really upset that I was with Harry, but I said, “it won’t matter after I leave your universe, I have to take Apple Bloom back home, and then I have to go home!” Both Harry and Draco said they wanted to come with me, that it was the only way to make sure Voldemort didn’t return, and that Draco could be turned good. The hole was still open, trying to suck me back in because the filly and I didn’t belong there, but both boys latched onto me as tightly as they could, and we were all taken away.

I said that I didn’t know how to get to the MLP universe, I didn’t know how to willingly change universes at all. We weren’t falling, but swimming in the water that existed between dimensions. That’s when Draco and Harry started arguing about who deserved to be with me, and I told them my real age, that I would be an adult once I entered a dimension that would return me to age twenty-six. They started to wonder if they’d get turned into adults if they entered my universe, but I couldn’t be sure whether they’d be seventeen, or if their age would be determined by the epilogue at the end of the seventh book. Then I also told them that I actually had a boyfriend back home, but said to Harry, “I don’t think it’s me you should be focusing on. Isn’t there something you want to tell Draco?” This led to an embarrassing conversation between the two teenagers as we searched for Apple Bloom’s universe. There seemed to be giant bubbles with images in them, giving me a preview of each universe. It was night time in all of them.

After Harry confessed that he had a crush on Draco, there was an absurd suggestion of a polygamous relationship between them and me, but I interrupted by telling them I found three bubbles, but wasn’t sure which one was the MLP universe. All three images were exactly the same, which I actually don’t remember what they were. We entered the first one, and I felt a weird sensation as I was becoming a cartoon. Apple Bloom suddenly became her Equestria Girls version, and when I looked back at the boys, they were drawn in that style, WHICH WAS WEIRD. And don’t ask me why Apple Bloom hadn’t been a human in the human universes, because she just wasn’t, dreams don’t make sense.We all ended up falling pretty hard onto the ground in the middle of nowhere, but I found a puddle and looked at my reflection. I was now in my late teens, as were the boys, but I was cradling a younger teenager that was Apple Bloom.

“Is this really what I look like here?” she asked, looking in the puddle and feeling her head. “Why’s my head so big?!”

“This is the wrong universe,” I told Harry and Draco. “How do we get back into limbo?”

“I managed to find the bubble to our universe to get back,” said Draco.

“We don’t belong here, maybe we can try to make one of those holes open up like before,” said Harry. Even though Apple Bloom was only a little shorter than me, I still hung onto her because I knew she’d become a pony again later. Both wizards started casting spells so that the EG universe would expel us, and they finally managed to do it before any of the EG characters could walk by and see us. Once in limbo again, we were still drawn in that style, but after we entered the second MLP bubble, we all became ponies. I was now a young adult, and looked like the pony version of myself that I drew. We all landed in a fountain, and it was definitely Ponyville, but the fountain had been damaged, and the entire town looked abandoned. Apple Bloom stayed close to me, but when the three of us humans tried to walk, we were having immense trouble. Not only that, when I looked around and saw who was in the vicinity, I said, “uh oh.”

It didn’t take long for us to be surrounded by seven ponies that I recognized. Apple Bloom was shocked to be looking at herself, only the other one still had her bow. Pinkie Pie and Babs were there, but so were my versions of Marble and Limestone, as well as Minkie Pie.

“Oh god, we’re in the Muffins universe,” I told my group. “I didn’t even think this could happen.”

“What’s the Muffins universe?” Harry asked.

“This is Ponyville, but why does it look so different?” said Apple Bloom. “Why is there another me, and why…” She spotted the other Apple Bloom’s cutie mark; an apple stabbed with a knife. “Kara, what’s going on?”

“This is a fan fiction I created,” I explained, nervous as the bakers eyed us in suspicion. They didn’t look like they wanted to welcome us. “In this universe, all seven of these ponies are cannibalistic murderers.”

“Even me?! And Babs too? Pinkie Pie…?!” said Apple Bloom in horror. The wizards behind me, who had been turned into unicorns, weren’t very happy either, having not known that I had a dark side.

“It’s just fiction! But… I have a feeling that, now that we’re in their universe… this could get very real…” I said. Apple Bloom pointed out that Inkie and Blinkie Pie resembled Marble and Limestone Pie, but she didn’t recognize the last one. I told her that Minkie Pie was created before Maud, so she was Pinkie’s sister instead of Maud Pie.

“Who is ‘Maud Pie?'” were the first words that Pinkie spoke, her voice actually being my impression of her.

“Why’re there two of me?” said Muffins Apple Bloom, also in my voice.

“Listen, we’re not a threat, okay? We’re all from different universes, and I’m actually the creator of this one!” I tried to tell them. Babs looked ready to start wailing on me, and I was terrified, because I had made her really strong, but Inkie Pie stopped her.

“Minkie, do your thing,” she said. Even though I created her, seeing her face to face was actually just as terrifying as I made her sound. I knew what she was doing, and we stared into each other’s eyes.

“I created you,” I told her softly. “I based you off of my own past. I’m the reason you’re so troubled, why you were locked up, but I’m also the reason you got out, got reunited with your family, gave you friends, and gave you something to be happy about. I gave all of you bakers your personalities. If you kill any of us, all of our universes will be damaged. If you kill me, your universe will be stuck in time. Haven’t you wondered why it’s so dark?”

“We thought that was odd, yes,” she replied. It was weird hearing my voice come out of these ponies… which reminded me…

“You know I’m not lying,” I said in Minkie’s voice, and everypony froze. “You know I’m not lying because you are me. I gave you the power to tell when somepony is lying because I can do it too, just not as well as you. You know I’m being honest because I don’t lie.” Then I switched to Derpy’s voice, looking at the pegasus. “Derpy’s Minkie Pie’s friend, so Derpy trusteds her when she trusteds somepony else!”

“Wow!” exclaimed Derpy, clapping her hooves.

“Wowie zowie!” I exclaimed in Pinkie’s voice, which caused the party pony to gasp loudly.

“WOWIE ZOWIE!!!” she repeated.

“Ya really created us?” Babs inquired in astonishment.

“Well, for six a ya, I only created certain aspects,” I explained in her voice. “In your canon universe, you’re not serial killers, and crime doesn’t even really exist.” I switched to Inkie Pie. “I did not create Marble or Limestone, but I gave them these appearances and personalities.”

“My name is Marblestone,” Inkie Pie corrected.

“Only because I accidentally confused your name with Limestone’s,” I replied, speaking in my normal voice now. “You are originally Marble Pie, but because of my mistake, you’re Marblestone Pie. Both of your canon versions look completely different, and Marble is… well, the exact opposite of you, Inkie. Minkie Pie is the only one of you that I completely created. The rest of you are just my versions of the originals.”

“WHO IS ‘MAUD PIE??!!'” Pinkie demanded, and I shook my head.

“Your original third sister that was created after I made Minkie. Be glad I didn’t give you a Maud, because she’s really boring.”

“Kara, I don’t like this place! I wanna go home!” said Apple Bloom.

“That’s my original voice?” asked Muffins Apple Bloom. “Pretty close, I guess…”

“She’s right, though, we really do need to leave. Minkie, I know you believe me,” I said, and she nodded.

“She’s telling the truth,” she told the other bakers. “Though, I think you’ve figured that out by now.”

“How are you going to get back to your universes?” Blinkie Pie demanded, and I laughed at the bossy attitude I had given her.

“Harry and Draco need to use magic from their universe to open up another portal,” I said, looking back at the stunned stallions, but then they quickly hopped out of the fountain. Harry was patting his body.

“Where’s my wand?” he wondered, but saw Draco’s horn.

“I think it’s on your head,” he said, “you’re a unicorn.”

“So are you!” Harry laughed. “Um… Expelliarmus!” A spark of red light hit Draco, and he was thrown backward, but there was nothing to Disarm. “Oops! Sorry!”

“Magic doesn’t work that way here,” I told them. “There are no incantations, not like that anyhow. But that’s perfect, maybe that’ll kick us out.” I turned to the bakers. “Stand back, I don’t want you getting sucked into limbo too.”

“Wills you ever comed back?” Derpy asked sadly.

“I can’t promise anything, but maybe.” They all looked rather disappointed, and I was too. If I stayed in this universe, it’d give me a chance to actually find out what it feels like to actually kill someone without consequences, that way I could understand these characters better… then again, even though I was a pony here, I loved animals way too much. I don’t think I could kill one… but they didn’t look like ponies from my universe. What a conundrum.

Reducto!” cried Draco, blasting a patch of dead grass and dirt.

Stupify!” Harry said, though he didn’t Stun anything because there was nothing to Stun, just singed the grass. They both looked at each other.

“It feels weird, it’s weaker,” Draco complained, and Harry nodded in agreement.

“Maybe if we cast the same spell at the same time in the same place, it’ll open a hole,” he suggested. “But what spell should we use?”

“Harry, Draco doesn’t have as much practice with certain spells you’ve learned this year to get you through the third task,” I said. “Try the Disarming Spell again.” Both unicorns aimed at the place in the grass that Draco had damaged, and in unison, they shouted, “Expelliarmus!” I heard the bakers gasp as a hole opened, and I held onto Apple Bloom again as we were getting sucked toward it.

“I’ll try to visit you guys!” I shouted at my characters. They waved, and the four of us were plunged into limbo once more.

“I can’t believe ya made me a serial killer!” Apple Bloom shouted at me.

“Actually, it wasn’t me, it was the guy who originally made Pinkie Pie a killer. I just added onto it,” I told her. “Don’t worry, it won’t affect you or your universe in any way.”

“So, this one must be it, then?” asked Harry, and I nodded. We went into the last bubble, and landed in the same exact fountain, but it was intact, and Ponyville was alive and unharmed.

“Woah, what a difference…” Draco muttered. We were once again surrounded by ponies, but this time, it was the mane six, a few background characters, and both Princess Celestia and Princess Luna. I felt exhausted, releasing the filly in my hooves, and she ran to Applejack.

“What took y’all so long?!” she barked at me. “We were worried sick!”

“I had to ask the princesses for help, they only just got here!” Twilight added.

“We had a huge mishap,” I said. “Please forgive me, I had to do a lot just to save her from being trapped in another universe.”

“It ain’t her fault,” Apple Bloom said. “She really did keep me safe… actually, most of it was pretty fun!” Celestia addressed me.

“These two stallions are not from here, are they?” she said, and I shook my head.

“I don’t expect you to know where they came from, they’re from the Harry Potter series.”

“Which one?” the princess laughed. “The book series? The movie series? Or one of the countless fan fictions?” I was shocked, but smiled.

“The original book series, the fourth book to be specific… but…!” I had just remembered. “I needed to tell Dumbledore something! Cedric Diggory is going to die, if he hasn’t already–”

“You’ve interfered with the plot?” she asked sternly. “No wonder everything is off balance… didn’t they warn you not to do that?”

“Yeah, but… Draco wanted me to change it… and no one else wants Voldemort to return either,” I said. Celestia shook her head, looking back at her sister.

“I’m going to need you to help this girl get back to her own universe, Luna,” she said. “I’m actually on very good terms with Dumbledore. I’ll return these two wizards, and I’ll have a talk with him.”

“If we return, we’re going to act as we were written to do!” Harry protested.

“I possess magic much different than wizards in your universe do,” she told him. “Some may say it’s stronger. I will be able to hold you in place while I speak to Albus. Our worlds will remain imbalanced until we are all returned to our proper places.” Draco and Harry approached me, looking sad.

“We want you to visit us again,” said Harry.

“If you match our age in our universe, there really shouldn’t be a problem, right?” asked Draco, and I laughed.

“Er… we’ll see. I didn’t want to tell the bakers this, but… I don’t think I’ll be able to travel like this again. Magic doesn’t exist where I come from,” I said sadly.

“You’d be surprised,” Celestia argued with a smile. “It’s small, but it’s there. As long as you don’t try to change plot lines again, you’re welcome to visit any universe.”

“How do I do that?”

“How did you do it today?” said Luna. I thought a moment, but it clicked.

“I’m dreaming,” I concluded. The princesses nodded, and Celestia pulled the chains from Draco’s and Harry’s chests with her magic so that she could hold onto them, and Luna did the same with me.

“Let’s get you all back to where you belong,” said Celestia. The alicorns ripped open two different holes, I waved goodbye to Harry and Draco, and they waved back. Despite everything, Apple Bloom was also waving, and finally, I was back in limbo, and Luna was able to find my universe and place me back in my own bed. She said something to me, but I never got a chance to hear it because Michael was waking me up at that moment. I remember groaning a lot. XD

At some point in the dream, I remember thinking, “I’ve gotta visit my Reitanna Fiction universe at some point.” Of course, now that I’m awake, I doubt universe hopping is going to be something I can do, lucid or not. My dreams just drop me wherever, and if I’m lucid, I still can’t decide where I want to be. Hell, sometimes when I try to ask Satan to help me in a sticky situation, he either turns out to be some dude in a costume, or he doesn’t show up at all. He used to show up ALL THE TIME. Even flying has become rather difficult for me.

But yeah, that was my dream. I can’t even describe how scary it was to be face to face with the bakers. I was sure it was going to turn into a nightmare. As for Apple Bloom’s cutie mark, I think that meant she was supposed to be from a fan fiction universe, and not the canon one. But what could a sparkly, happy cloud represent? XD That would also explain why Applejack was basically Hanna Montana. T_T So strange… Plus, where were all the other MLP fan fiction universes? I probably just didn’t look hard enough? Anyway, I haven’t had a vivid one like that in awhile, and what’s more, it actually wasn’t a nightmare for once. I’m glad I remembered it fully when I woke up, now it’s documented, so even if I forget it, I can read it over! YAY!!

I wish we understood dreams better.

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Dreams of Alternate Universes!

Thank you, Trazodone, for these surprisingly vivid dreams!

A few months ago, before I was on my new sleeping medication, I had a dream that I had been sent to an alternate universe where I had never grown up in a broken home. I started writing a story based on it, but I haven’t been working on it. It actually kind of saddened me…

But this one was a whole different story. I had gone to sleep, and then woke up in a different place. It was still an apartment, but it wasn’t my apartment. A man was sitting next to me, and I freaked out because I didn’t recognize him. I don’t remember his name, so I’ll call him Miguel (because he looked Latino). I demanded where I was, and he looked very shocked, saying I was home, of course. I asked him who he was, and he said he was my roommate and my intern.

“Intern for what?” I asked. He showed me a lanyard around my neck with a laminated card that read, “Dr. Kara Reynolds, medical professional.” I was a doctor. WHAT?! Miguel seemed very hurt that I didn’t remember him for some reason, so he started cutting into his upper arm with a blade, which I thought was a little over the top, and he had to apply a tourniquet to stop the bleeding.

Apparently we had another roommate, and I’ll call her Casey. She was a surgeon. Our apartment was small, kind of messy, and pretty empty. There were these huge beetles everywhere, and they didn’t look like any beetle I’ve ever seen. I was scared of them for some reason, even though I don’t have a fear of most bugs. Casey was concerned that I didn’t remember anything from my life before waking up that morning, so she decided to stick by me for the day.

We left the apartment, seeing that we were in a hotel-like hallway. We went downstairs and left the building. IT WAS CRAZY. The sky was the clearest blue, but all of the buildings were tall, close together, and shiny. There were many neon lights of different colors, and the cliché flying cars. There were still streets, but it seemed that they were for walking only.

Casey and I walked down a road under some kind of high tech overpass that led into an industrial tunnel, and as people entered it, a female voice would say things like, “administering penicillin,” “administering aspirin,” “administering floexetine,” et cetera. One girl rushed by me and said, “move! I feel sick!” She ran under the overpass, and the voice said, “administering promethazine.” Then the girl sighed in relief and carried on down the tunnel. When I passed under, the voice said, “administering bupropion, venlafaxine, and lamotrigine.” I was a little confused, for those were the medications I had to take, so I asked Casey about it.

“Medication to cure all illnesses are given by transmitting them to the person who needs it,” she explained. “All of those machines are able to detect if you’re sick, and they give you what you need to cure or treat it. Sometimes people don’t even know they were sick until they walk under one. This keeps diseases from spreading. Mental illnesses are no exception.”

“Where are we going?” I asked her.

“To the hospital where we work. But today, you won’t be doing your job, we need to see what’s causing your amnesia. The treatment machines can’t do anything about that,” Casey replied. So we went to the hospital, which looked very strange. Instead of it being brightly lit and white all over, it was dim, industrial, and lit with more neon lights. It looked like a space themed rave, just without music and dancers. Doctors and nurses all wore long white trench coats, but they had different symbols on them to identify their job position.

Casey explained my predicament to a nurse, who didn’t seem to like me much, so she put me in the physical therapy room until she could find someone to care for me. Casey had to go perform a surgery. Afraid of all of the strange patients, I sort of kept to myself as I watched them use the exercise equipment. I had no idea what world I had woken up in, but I wanted to find a way to get back to mine. I went through another door to explore the hospital.

I found myself in a hallway with doors to patients’ rooms. I looked into some of them, seeing they were small, but customized to suit the person living in them. As I went through a few halls, I found myself in a grassy area, and the grass was so thick and plush, it felt like a big cushion. I couldn’t even walk on it without falling, so I had to crawl. I came across a large, bright green lizard that had been sleeping, but when I tried to get a better look at it, it woke up. It bared its fangs at me, which were thin and sharp like needles. I thought it might be poisonous, so I tried to back away, but it was extremely fast. It came up and started biting my hand, but the fangs weren’t penetrating my skin. Instead, a water-like substance started coming from the fangs and dripping down my hand, and I realized it was milking its venom on me. I didn’t want to take the chance of the venom doing something to my skin, or wait to see if the fangs would eventually puncture me, so I went back the way I had come. The lizard chased me until I was off of the grass.

I went down some stairs and came to an underground passageway. It was really dark, the only source of light being candles on the walls. Yes, candles, not torches. I was suddenly surprised by this parade of creatures with different noise makers as noses, and they started honking and whistling obnoxiously. A young girl with dark grey hair grabbed my hand and led me into a room. Twas no room, my friends, but an entire town. Things were floating, or upside down, or both, people were dressed extremely unorthodox, the sky was a deep purple, and the air itself seemed to be tinted a bluish color. There were a lot of weird plants around, things that didn’t even look like plants.

A girl with pink hair came up to us, and she reminded me of Pinkie Pie with the way she spoke and behaved. In fact, because I don’t know her name, I’ll call her Pinkie, and the grey haired girl will be Elise. Elise introduced Pinkie as her sister, and Pinkie reached down to a patch of fluffy white stuff and shoved it in my mouth. It was sweet and yummy, like soft meringue. As we stood there conversing, two more girls came up, one being a goth girl with bobbed black hair, and the other having long silver blonde hair, dressed like a cyber raver. We’ll call the goth Emma, and the blonde Suzette.

“Emma! You always pop up like candy clouds on a sweet and sunny day!” said Pinkie happily. Emma laughed, but Suzette furrowed her brow.

“That made no sense,” she said.

“It did to me,” said Emma. “I’ve known Pinkie since we were kids. Her way of speaking really only makes sense to Elise and I. What she just said was, ‘Emma! Great timing!’ If she were to say, ‘bubbles never pop in silky string things,’ that would mean ‘your hair looks nice.'” The girls all demanded I introduce myself, and I told them that I didn’t know where I was, that I had somehow been transferred from my old world into an alternate universe.

“This has happened before,” said Emma, “but the government tries to hush it up. They take people from other universes and make up lives for them here, but the problem they have is everyone always retains their previous memories. They take these people to a room and erase their old memories, replacing them with the ones they want you to have. The only people who know about this are government officials, but everyone in this underground have found out at some point, and that’s why we’re here. We’re the banished ones, and we’re not allowed to go above ground.”

“Why did those noisy things freak out when I came here?” I asked.

“Those are the alarms,” said Elise. “They make noise if anyone from the outside comes down here, or if any of the banished try to leave. You’re lucky I found you, or you would’ve been hauled away.”

“And what’s that?” I continued, pointing at the white puffy stuff Pinkie had fed me.

“That’s grass,” said Elise. I must’ve looked extremely confused, for Suzette started to explain.

“Banishment isn’t so bad because every plant or animal here is some sort of candy or pastry. The trees are made of chocolate, and their leaves are fruit leather.” I was suddenly overjoyed, and Pinkie grabbed mine and Elise’s hands, shoving us into a cart attached to the back of a bike, and she hopped on to ride it through the town. Emma and Suzette waved goodbye to us as we went.

Pinkie started singing loudly, and many people we passed by joined in. Elise leaned over the edge of the cart, grabbing at different plants and handing them to me. We both happily ate so many sweet things, and I listened to the singing, watched the cartoonish buildings, the floating objects, and enjoyed looking at the quirky people. It made me so happy.

“This is the kind of world I could live in forever!” I told Elise, who smiled and clapped energetically.

“Let’s go into the spooooooky forest!” said Pinkie, and she went down a road. It got progressively darker as we drew nearer to a thick forest.

“It’s not actually spooky,” Elise told me. “It’s just dark.”

“There are things about the forest you don’t know, little sister!” sang Pinkie. As we traveled along the leafy path, Pinkie would start grabbing things and giving it to us to eat. She gave us these large, shiny, perfectly spherical watermelons. The “skin” was thick candy coating, and the inside was pink gummy. Pinkie shook a tree, and sparkly white specks rained down on the candy. “Add sour sprinkles to your sweet treats!” she said.

As we carried on, we ate nuts that were covered in chocolate, and had some squishy maple flavored taffy that we dipped in a caramel filled stream. After picking up a “rock” that turned out to be some kind of pastry, Elise looked closely at it. She took it from me and bit into it.

“Doesn’t this taste a little odd to you?” she whispered, handing it back. I took a bite. The texture was much different than I expected, but it was still good.

“Sort of, but not in a bad way,” I said. “Why?” Elise picked up another pastry rock and started inspecting it. With a look of horror, she leaned in to me to whisper again.

“I think this is made out of meat!” I was a vegetarian, so this was a problem for me, but I wasn’t sure why she was worried. When I asked her why it mattered, she said, “all of our animals are sweets, the only meat we have is… the people!” I laughed nervously, looking at the pastry again.

“There’s no way,” I told her. “People would know, right?”

“Everyone stopped coming to the forest after a bunch of people disappeared here last Halloween,” said Elise, still speaking quietly so that Pinkie, who was picking candy mushrooms, couldn’t hear. “The only person that comes here is my sister. I haven’t even come here since Halloween. And you know, she’s been acting a little strange… almost too happy, even for her. And some people have been going missing, but everyone thinks it’s because they’ve tried going above ground, and they got caught.”

“You sound like you think Pinkie is behind this,” I said with another laugh.

“Hey, watcha guys talkin about?” asked Pinkie as she brought us an armful of mushrooms. I laughed, taking one.

“Elise thinks you’re feeding us people,” I said jokingly. Pinkie’s smile fell instantly, and Elise noticed this. Before I could take a bite of the mushroom, Elise knocked it out of my hand and said, “don’t eat that!” Then there was a horrific scream, and we looked over to see a naked man with slightly cooked skin stumble out of a cave, and he was bound in some kind of black netting.

“HELP ME!!” he cried, but a couple of shadow-like demons grabbed him and dragged him back into the cave. Pinkie’s eyes had turned red, and she screeched at us. Elise and I hopped out of the wagon and ran for our lives, not stopping until we went through the door that led outside of the town.

“That’s not my sister!” Elise whimpered as we crept around the shadows to avoid the alarm creatures. We came to a room that was as dark as everywhere else, but the walls, floor, and ceiling glittered intensely. “The alarms can’t go in here, it’s the safe room.” There were a few people sitting around, but one stood up and walked toward us, taking off a shawl that hid her face and hair. We both gasped, seeing it was Pinkie, but she looked different. Her skin was pale and waxy, her eyes were tired and sunken in, and her pink hair was messy, dry, and brittle.

“Pinkie?” I asked in bewilderment. She nodded, then looked at Elise.

“I’ve been waiting for you to find me,” she said hoarsely, and in an emotionless tone. “I’ve been in this room since last Halloween, hoping you’d come in here for some reason. But you haven’t.”

“What’s going on? I just saw you in town!” cried Elise.

“I have to stay in here because the alarms see me as an outsider, and not one of the banished,” she explained. “Elise, that Pinkie in the town is not me, she is a demon that appeared in the forest. She’s behind all of the people disappearing, making them into sweets to plant in the forest. There are some natural sweets in there, but you can tell what is hers because of its texture. I was the only survivor last Halloween that saw her, everyone else got killed. She took away my happiness so that she’d appear to be me to everyone else. Now I can’t feel happiness at all, just all of the negative emotions.” Then she looked at me. “Who are you?”

“I’ve been transferred here from another universe, and I’m trying to get home,” I replied.

“I know how to get you home,” said Pinkie. “The people in this safe room are mostly government workers that want to rebel against this transferring thing. You need to find your way to the government building, go to the lab where they develop this technology, and have the professor hook you up to one of the chairs. They use the chairs to visit these other universes so that they can pick which people to bring to this universe. I don’t know where you came from, so this is sort of a gamble. You might get back to yours, or end up somewhere else, but it’s worth a shot.”

“So how am I going to get into this lab?” I inquired.

“Do what they do in the movies. Go in disguise, assume someone else’s identity, and just walk on through.”

“That won’t work,” said a man from the corner. “They’ve upped the security. Now there are doors that detect your DNA and match you with personnel that are permitted to be in the building. She won’t get further than the front desk… unless you cause a distraction.”

“How am I going to do that?” I asked incredulously.

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out, you’re a young adult, you still have some of that teenage obnoxiousness in you,” said the man. “You had better go quickly before the alarms come back this way.”

“Pinkie, what are we going to do about the demon?” said Elise sadly.

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “But now that you know where I am, we can try and figure it out.”

“Elise, Pinkie, and… sir over there… I can’t thank you enough for helping me. Good luck with the demon,” I said, and the girls waved to me as I ran out of the safe room and back to the stairs. I was up in the hospital again, but decided to try and find a back door to sneak out of. Once I did, I started to ask around to get directions to the government building.

The information I needed came from a larger group of teens and adults younger than myself that were all dressed rather punky. They didn’t seem to take kindly to me because I had the lanyard that said I was a doctor around my neck, but I told them my situation. They were horrified to learn about the transferring of people from different universes, and immediately pulled out their cell phones to call all of their friends. We were quickly joined by ravers, goths, more punks, skaters, and general rebellious teenagers. Then we marched to the government building and entered.

The woman at the front desk nervously asked us what we were doing here, and a boy with a blue Mohawk told her, “we’re here to party.” Quite a few guards showed up, but the boy had been carrying a stereo, which he set on the floor and started blasting hard rock. The rest of the kids began breaking things, throwing smoke bombs, and hitting people with glow sticks. I threw a computer monitor and shattered a glass door. A man tried to apprehend me, but a skater boy shoved his skateboard into his stomach, and he fell to the floor in pain. I leaned over him and smiled.

“You’ll be fine. Trust me, I’m a doctor!” Then I took off my lanyard and dropped it on his chest, and I took his, which had a barcode on it. The skater dude ran with me further into the building as the huge group of hooligans caused massive chaos, but we were still being pursued. There were female officials riding on these weird hover disks, zooming toward us. The dude knocked one off and threw the disk to me, but a second woman managed to apprehend him. I got on the disk and flew off, being chased by women who knew how to control the things way better than I did; I was trying hard not to fall off, and I couldn’t figure out how to steer.

I somehow managed to outrun them briefly, and found my way to the lab. I went in and showed the professor the card I had, and he scanned it, then led me over to a large chair that looked like the NEMO chair from Saints Row the Third. I sat in it, and he said, “now, the key is to relax, and we’ll see you back here in a few weeks.” He stuck little electro pads to my skin, plugging the other end into ports on the chair, and stuck a pair of headphones on my head, playing some binaural beats. I drifted to sleep almost instantly.

I woke up for real, in my real bed, in my real apartment, no longer dreaming. It was really weird. I was still sleepy though, so I fell asleep again.

I was back in that same universe, but it was different. Now the government had been overruled, and people could travel between universes at will. I was just hanging out, telling the locals that this was my second time here, but then someone ran up to the group I was talking to.

“Guys! Justin Bieber is here!” he said excitedly. I narrowed my eyes.

“This universe has a Justin Bieber…?” I asked slowly.

“Oh my god, he’s only the top scholar in the entire world!” said one of the girls in the group. “He’s so intelligent, he’s made thousands of discoveries, inventions that have revolutionized the way we live, and he’s won so many Nobel prizes! He invented the treatment machines!” This was too good to be true, so when Justin Bieber himself came walking down the hall, I had to keep from laughing.

His hair was properly groomed, he wore thick, horn rimmed glasses, a sweater vest, tie, white undershirt, khaki pants, and black dress shoes. I’m sure my face was red now from holding back the urge to laugh. Since I was still known as a doctor in this universe, I shook his hand and spluttered out, “it’s nice to meet you…” We had a short conversation, and he spoke very intellectually, but I was crying from restraining myself so hard. Finally, when he walked away, I burst out in hysterical laughter. I didn’t get a chance to explain what was so funny to everyone else because Michael woke me up for my doctor’s appointment.

I uh… I don’t think this dream means anything. It was fun, though!