Trapped in Dreamland

“O my head.” he putting his hands on his head. It was throbbing. one of the worst hangovers he had ever had. He open his eyes and look around.  There was a large purple sky line fill with stars and light blue clouds. But nothing else. No mountain. No sun, or moon. it seem to glow. It then accrued to him. what am I sitting on? He look down in a panic. He was relieve to see grass under him.He turn around and saw that he was on a small pact of grass about ten feet round. He stop and look a 4 by 4 in the ground. It was in the middle of the island. It look rather new. He put his hand out and push it a little. It seem solid. He lend into it. It didn't move. He sat down and lend on the post. He look around again.

“where am I?” he said to himself. He sat there and try to think about how he ha gotten to this place. But as he did his head scream in pain. He quickly put his hand on his head and roll to his side. His head hurt really bad. It was a burning pain. He roll back and forward in pain until is finally settle. He sat up and look round.

“OK. I'm got going to try that again.” he said return to the post. He look out into the stray sky. There was something moving out behind the clouds. It look like a ball of water. He sigh.

“If only I could get out there. That help my head I bet.” he set there and watch it float father away.  It was at this time he started to think about something. Something that scare every fibber of his being.

“O. god. Am I dead? Is this limbo.” he said standing up and looking around. He started to panic.

“O man. I don't want to be dead. I'm so young. Damn it.” he started to run around his little island.

“Damn it. I'm not ready to die yet.” he ran his hands through his brown hair. He started to angry.

“Mother. Damn. It all. Why me. How could this happen to me. Damn it, DAMN IT, DAMN IT!” he yell as he got angrier and angrier. He turn to the post and started to kick and punch it.

“DAMN IT, DAMN IT, DAMN IT, DAMN IT, DAMN IT, DAMN IT, DAMN IT, DAMN IT! He yell as he punch it. He stop and sat down. His hands hurt and were bleeding. He look down at his white T. there was a little blood on it. His blue tribe shirt however had a large red spot on the right shoulder. He wipe his hand on it. It was already bloody he figure. Better there then his flower shorts.

He started to tear up. He had a feeling of dread fill his chest. He put his hands to the side of his head  and started to cry. He stay this way for about an hour. He wipe his eyes and nose on his shirt. He lay back and look up. The sky was the same as always. It hadn't change. Large blue cloud floated above. It cast a shadow over him. He lead up and sigh. He crack a smile. He started to laugh.

“alright. You got me. Very funny. Joke over. Come out and we can all get a good laugh.” he said looking around for someone to come out. But nothing changed. The stars, the clouds, the balls of water and the flying unicorn.

“Wait flying unicorn. I know it. I'm not dead. This is just someone idea of a joke. They must have drug me.” he said laughing.

“Damn. I wounder how long this is going to last.” he said looking around.

“Must be some really good stuff if it mess me up this much.” he laugh. He lead back on the post again and watch as the flying unicorn flew into the different balls of water. He watch for a few hours.

“OK. This is getting old. Whatever I'm on. It some really boring stuff.” he said standing up. He look up into the sky.

“God? Are you there?” he said putting his hands together.

“Liston. If it not to much trouble. Could you send me home? I really don't want to be here.” he close his eye and got on knees. He open one eye and look around. Still nothing. Close is eye again.

“come on god I do anything. Just ask.” he said. He open his eyes and look around.

“Come on god. I do the same for you.” he begged. But still nothing. He sign and sat down against the post. He close his eyes and lead his head onto the post. He let out a big sigh.

“Damn. I'm really stuck here. This suck. But maybe it won't be to bad. I at less got a good view.” he said opening his eyes and looking in front of him. He didn't move. He didn't know what to do. The flying unicorn was looking at him. It cock it head to the right and then the left. His mind race. Should I try to run. But were could I run to? I'm on this small floating island. Maybe I could fight it. I mean it only a horse with wings and a horn. Then again it was different looking. His head started to hurt again he grab it and roll over in pain.

“Aaaaaaaa.” he cry out in pain. It lasted for a few minute.

“Are you OK?” low and sweet voice said. The pain stop. He sat up and look at the weird horse.

“You can talk?” he ask.

“Yes. As can you.” she said

“But your a flying unicorn. How can you talk?” he ask.

“I'm an Alicorn and what manner of creature are you?” she ask. He sat there but he couldn't remember. It was like his mind had been wipe of everything about himself.

“I don't know. I can't remember.” he said rubbing his head. Sweat ran down the side of his face. He wipe his hand across his forehead and pull it away quickly as pain shot through his head. He move his and up again. This time slowly and lightly. He felt a bump. A big bump.

“Are you alright? Your horn seem a bit red.” she ask.

“Horn. I don't have a horn. But I must have bang my head good.” he said pointing it and pulling his hand away.

“O dear. I'm sorry. I didn't know. I've never see a creature like you before.” she said.

“It find.” he said. He look at her. She was staring at me. It giving me chills. She quickly look down she release what she was doing.

“I’m sorry for staring. Your fur is a weird.” she said. He sat there confuse. Fur. Dose she mean my hair. It brown. That can't be that odd. He look down at his shirt and shorts. The tribal shirt and flower shorts.

“They call cloth.” he said. He ears seem to perk up.

“O. like a dress or saddle?” she said. Now he was the confuse one. Horses in dresses? He shook it off. He had a million question and she seem to be the only one here.

“Were are we? What is this place?” he ask.

“o. right. This is the dream scape. The place were all pony's dream.” she told him.

“Dream scape. So I'm dreaming?” he ask.  She put a hoof to her chin.

“I don't think so. You see these bubbles up there.” she pointed at the balls of water.

“Ya.” he said.

“Those are pony's dreaming right now. If you were asleep. You be in one of those.” she said. This news didn't make him feel any better. If anything it made him feel worse.

“OK. So I’m dream. That mean all I have to do is wake up.” he said standing up. He walk over to the edge of the island and look down.

“what are you doing?” she ask.

“I'm going to jump and shock myself awake.” he said and jump off. He felt the wind against his face. He look down and wounder how far the ground was. But that thought fade as a large bubble appear under him. He wave his arms and kick. But it was worthless. He close his eye and slam into the bubble. He open his eyes and blink a few times. There were pony's all over. They were all looking at this little white unicorn.

“Sweety Bell, Sweety Bell.” They all cheer. He walk forward. There was a little white pony on a stage. He pass through the cheering pony's as if he was a ghost. The little White pony was singing. It was soft and sweet. It drew him closer and closer until he was arm length away. He reach out. She open her eyes and look down at him.

“EEEEEEEEEECK!” she scream. The world around him seem to shredder. He put his hands over his ears and close his eye.

“Are you OK?” he open his eyes. The alicorn was standing in front of him. He was back were he start.

“What was that?” he ask.

“That was the dream bubble of a young pony name Sweety Bell. You enter it and scare the poor dear.” she said shaking her head.

“I'm sorry I didn't mean to.” he said. Feel a bit guilty.

“No. It your felt. Once in a dream. You're draw to the source of the dream. Or to put it simply. The dreamer. So you couldn't help yourself.” she said. A loud bell started to ring. The bubble seem to vanish.

“What going on?” he ask.

“Pony's are starting to awake. Which mean I must leave you for now. Mr..... I'm sorry I forgot to get your name.” she said.

“My name?” he said. He try to think of it. But his head started to hurt so he stop.

“O. how silly. It here on you shirt.” she point at a white sticker on his white T. He quickly pull it off. It read. Hello my name is Ken.

“So I'm ken.” he said looking down at the name tag.

“Well Mr. Ken. I will return tomorrow night. Try to stay out of trouble.” she said taking flight.

“Wait what your name?” he call out. She stop mid air.

“My name is Luna. Luna moon.” she said flying into a bright yellow cloud.

“Luna moon. Well at less I'll have someone to help me. I hope.” he said leaning back on the post.