Power of dream

I hated it when Celestia forced me to experience my memories, it brought too much grief and sadness to me. I merely sighed as I walked away, with my back turned to the ponies that now see me differently. I wandered around again and found myself inside a...beer cellar? There were different kinds of alcohol on the neatly ordered shelves, from liquor to vodka,  about every type. I've always wanted to try beer before, so I ripped open a box, popped the can, and chugged down. My face buzzed as the sour alcohol flowed into my stomach. Is this what people like today, because this sh*t is horrible...but somehow very addictive. I chugged a few more beers against my will, making my cheeks feel hot.

Suddenly,  I lost it.

The world seemed to slow down, and I stumbled out of the cellar, making weird moaning noises as I go on. Somehow, I seemed aware of what I was doing, but I can't stop myself from doing anything. I think Earth's law is I can't drink until I'm 21. And I might be 13. But you know what? I do not give a damn. I made a very sloppy beeline to the door and pushed open to find myself in the Grand Hall again.

Celestia was looking into deep space as her thoughts raced in her head. What's gonna happen to Equestria if threats appear because of him? Will the world accept Dream for who he is? The questions kept invading her head as time passed. Suddenly, a pair of doors flew open, getting everyone's attention. It was Dream, but he looked like he just woke up, and seemed to be slouching.

"Umm...are you alright sir?" a waitress began.

Dream lazily eyed the waitress.

"Y-yeah...I'm fine, you don't n-n-need to worry right...now." Dream said sluggishly.

Dream slammed onto the floor, with foam developing in his mouth and his eyes rolled up to his head.

"Get him to he medic room." a soldier ordered.

Two ponies immediately walked into the hall, put his twitching body on a cot , then walked to he medic room.

Oh man, my head...it hurts so much right now. My eyes opened again to find myself, to what seemed to be a hospital. For a moment, I thought I was in a hospital on Earth...until I replayed the memories,  the ones that shouldn't exist, were in my head. I sat up to find an IV bag, with a needle attached to my arm. I relaxed as two nurses entered the room.

"Seems that you had an overdose of alcohol." one nurse explained.

"You're gonna be fine as long as you don't do that again." the second nurse finished.

I nodded and pulled out the needle from my arm. The pain in my head was now a dull throb as I walked back back to the Grand Hall.

I immediately regretted my decision.

Just a few yards away, was something that I never wanted to encounter ever again. It was the machine that the scientists used on me. But this time, different varieties of miniature slicing tools were inside a hole, ready to cut my back open. Celestia and the residents of the castle stared at the machine in confusion, wondering how it got here. But I was both confused and afraid. My heart raced as my instinct told me to run, but a question in my head kept me from doing anything. How is this tjing here? It should be back on Earth, doing absolutely nothing! In the corner of my vision, I saw the two sister and Twilight staring at me as I took short, rapid breaths...and slowly taking a step back.

"Dream, what's wrong?" Luna asked me.

All I managed was to say were two words.

"...The Machine."

"What's 'The Machine'? Is it the device in front of us?" Luna pointed to the Machine.

"Celestia...you saw the Machine in one of my memories, tell your sister about it." I demand.

Celestia was already turning to Luna, with eyes full of deep pain from seeing my suffering.

"The Machine is what Dream was literally, attached to when he was still in Project Star Child. For some reason, it gave him extreme pain if he didn't respond to the scientists that operated it. He was eventually removed from the Machine,  and he was bleeding heavily. But I didn't finsh the memory since he stopped me." Celestia explained.

My focus was still on the Machine as she explained to her sister. But I was caught off gaurd as wires lashed out at me and wrapped around my arms and began pulling me toward it.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! HEEEELLLLLP MMMMMEEEEE!" Dream screeched as wires tangled onto his legs and pulled him faster . Celestia jumped off her throne and used her magic. A familiar golden glow surrounded Dream as she tried to pull him away from the Machine. But somehow, the Machine gained more power and began to slowly pull Dream, despite the effort Celestia was using. Twilight and Luna supported her and attempted to pull him away. A magenta and dark blue aura piled above the golden one. But no matter how much they tried, the Machine overpowered all three. Luna looked up at Dream as he struggled to break free, with tears pouring as she realized that it's hopeless. The other rwo repeated what she did and all three released their magic grip as the Machine dragged Dream closer. The soldiers tried cutting off the wires, but couldn't even scratch them. Eventually,  they were swatted away from another set of wires that lashed out from the machine. Soon, everyone gave up in saving him from his cruel fate, they lowered their heads in defeat, already mourning for the boy. But then, Dream's voice echoed around the room.

Don't cry. Don't worry. Please...don't be sad.

All the ponies looked up to see the boy's eyes glowing white, and the Machine stopped. Dream looked blankly into space as his voice echoed.

Please...don't be sad. his voice repeated.

Suddenly,  his body began to glow white, and the Machine broke apart, leaving only a few scraps and wires. His body glowed brighter until it shined brighter than Celestia's sun. A powerful blast of wind knocked the ponies off their hooves. As they got up, the light faded, revealing Dream inside a crater that spreaded throughout the hall.

A medic rushed over and put her ear on his chest. The crowd was silent as she continued for a few more painful minutes.

"He's alive!" she cried.

The crowd boomed in pure joy as the news gave an incredible amount of morale.

"We need to get him to the medic room for a checkup. " she added.

More medics rushed over as they carried him off on a cot, with smiles of happiness.