Just a Dream?

Despite a week of continuous nightmares, I've slept great. I admit that may come across as strange, and I'm probably as confused as you are. The truth is, no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't wake up. But that's not why I think these Nightmares are important. Not at all.

Last night I was, or would it have been this afternoon? I'm not sure, but that's what time it was in the dream when it happened. Anyway, I was somewhere in the Everfree forest in Equestria, and I was ambushed by a pack of timberwolves. I outran them, but one of them managed to leave a deep wound in my arm (leg?) before I got away. When I woke up that same wound, in the exact same place, was there.

My arm was caked in dried blood. When I saw that, It took all my strength not to vomit. My parents would tie me down and interrogate me if they saw this. My dad was gone to work already when I woke up, and my mom was still in bed. "Good," I said aloud, too tired to care if my brothers heard me. I went straight to the bathroom so I could clean up my arm. As soon as I walked in the bathroom, I did vomit. Have to clean that up. I told myself. "After my arm."

It was deeper than I thought. I went right to the bone, but somehow didn't touch a single vein. "Weird, gross, and cool. Mostly gross." I didn't notice until just then, but I stuck a finger in the wound, and was touching my own skeleton. I really am a psycho. I went back to my room to grab one of my first aid kits.

My youngest brother was in there, "Wake up, Patrick." I couldn't let him see my arm, he was only four years old. No four-year-old should see their oldest brother’s bones!

"Close your eyes Max." He didn't close his eyes, he turned around. And he saw my arm.

"What did you do to your arm?" I was the third time my dad asked me, and I sill had the same answer.

"I didn't do anything, a dog bit me."

"Why should I believe that?"

I almost rolled my eyes at him, "Because you know I'm smart enough not to do this to myself. Besides, it's almost midnight, shouldn't we get some sleep?"

He seemed to have noticed the clock for the first time that night. He looked back at me, "We'll finish this in the morning."

I looked at my watch, almost three a.m. Perfect timing. I took one last check over what I packed; hooded jacket, check. Some spare changes of clothes, check. Blankets, check. Food, check.  First Aid kits, sheck. My list went on for several minutes. I’m all set, time to leave. I just had to make it to the abandoned house at the edge of the neighborhood, and I could stop for the night. The only thing between me and there was an hour's walk. Already three thirty in the morning,I have to get moving. Luckily for me the walk was un eventful, because I needed to find a stable place in the house for rest for the night.

I was still in the Everfree forest. No signs of the timberwolves, that was a good sign. I hope.  I need a name. Heck, I don't even know what type of pony I am. I looked at my sides, no wings. No cutie mark either. That would make it harder to blend in, if I ever got out. I felt for a horn, I had one. So I, guess I’m a unicorn. Cool, I have magic. I heard running water. That's when I noticed how thirsty I was. And how hungry. Maybe there'll be some food near where ever the water is.

The water was a stream, a small one at that. I would have to make do with that for now. I dipped my snout into the stream and began to drink. I saw something glinting in the stream. What is that? I limped over to it, I was a fancy black cross. I’m not exactly sure, but maybe it’s even gothic. I'm a unicorn, why not try at magic  It took a while, but I finally managed to lift it out of the stream, well mostly. The bottom of the cross stayed in, the rest slide away from it. A dagger? Why is there a dagger in a stream? Dismissing a myriad of possibilities is easier said than done, especially when you have asperger syndrome.

Possibility one: an adventurer died nearby. Possibility two: fate itself wants me to commit suicide. Possibility three: This has something to do with my as of yet undiscovered special talent. And, Possibility four: something wants me to kill somepony.

"It's the last one," said something behind me, "I hope you’re smart enough to do what I want."

I spun around, or tried to at least. All i managed to do was rip the flesh on my injured limb further apart, and collapse in a heap on the ground. Somehow the dagger fell right in front of my face, and didn't even scratch my nose. I looked up to see who, or what, wanted me to kill somepony. I fainted right after I made eye contact.

I woke up in the abandoned house a near unbearable pain in my left arm. "AGH! SHIT THIS HURTS!" After the pain subsided enough for me to think I realized who wanted me to commit murder. "No way. I couldn't have been.” But the more I thought about it the more sense it made. “I wonder who she wants me to kill.”