At that moment I bolted awake in my bed. I was breathing heavy and was dripping with sweat. I guess I had that dream again. That dream that never leaves me alone. That dream that drives me to the brink of madness. That dream where Vinyl is still alive. I hate that dream. It keeps me wanting her back, and stops me from progressing. Ever since she died, I have not been the same pony. I used to be cheery and happy. Now, I have become very one-dimensional. A walking puppet, it seems. Even though Vinyl died a year ago, I find it hard to let go. I loved her, and then she was suddenly taken away. Ah well. I try not to think about these things. Dreaming and wishing won't make the situation any better for me.