Sweet Dreams
Sweet Dreams, Octavia
Load Full StoryNext ChapterThere came a knocking at the door, roughly around 11:43 pm, just as I knew it would come. I could tell someone would be in need of my... special talent, pretty soon. My hoofsteps echo through the quiet halls of my humble, two story house. I look out the window
to Luna's great night, the stars shining against the night sky like diamonds. New moon tonight as well...I shrug and continue down
to the door. The knocking has picked up in urgency just as I make it to the door. I waited until the visitor started knocking again before opening the door, a habit I picked up from a friend of mine in Ponyville. Waiting for me on the other side of the door was a gray earth pony mare with a dark brown, disheveled mane, who seems scared, tired. This is to be expected, otherwise she wouldn't have come to me this late. Her purple eyes widen as they meet my soft blue right one and my ruined left.
"I was expecting you, Miss Philharmonica. Care to step inside?"
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"I take it you are Mr.dreams?" Octavia asks, sitting down on the unremarkable couch in the equally unremarkable living room.
"Indeed I am," I reply, levitating a couple steaming cups of chamomile tea from the kitchen, sitting across from the pitiful mare. I give her one cup and sit on a chair just across from her. "And judging by your current state, you're in need of my particular help."
She looks away with a look bordering nervousness. "Is it true what they say about you?" she asks.
I raise an eyebrow at this sudden inquiry. "That depends on what is said about me. Ponies talk about noble's children daily." I take a sip of my tea, a soft purple aura, matching my coat, enveloping the cup.
She continues to avoid eye contact, but continues, "They say you can enter the dream realm, similar to princess Luna."
At this, I give a faint smile and set the cup down. "You can't always believe gossip you hear among the common ponies."
"You didn't answer the question." she observes, finally making eye contact.
"To answer your question, yes." I reply, my smile growing.
Her eyes widen in disbelief, "Can you prove this?" she asks, a little skeptical.
I get up, and slowly walk over to her until we're a mere inches apart. I lower my horn to her forehead, my dark pink mane drooping into my eyes. I activate my magic, my horn once again enveloped by a soft purple aura. Octavia's eyes slowly close, and she goes limp on the couch, snoring lightly. I feel the familiar sensation of my limbs going to sleep and my body being squeezed through a tube as I enter the Dreamrealm.
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I come to consciousness,or rather unconsciousness, and take in my surroundings. The sky is a blank gray, the only building in sight being a gleaming concert hall a yard away. So, with no other path presented to me at the moment, I approach the doors.
As I step inside, I hear a scream coming from the back.
"It appears I'm just in time." I say idly to no one. Picking up my pace,
I enter the main stage area, the many chairs onstage in orderly rows, rising the further back you looked. I wasn't paying much attention to the chairs, however. No, what I was focused on were the horde of bleeding, gore-smeared, ravenous zombie ponies
chasing Octavia....who was running frantically towards me.
"Help!! Please, help me!!" she cries, the zombies slowly gaining ground.
Really? This was all it took to scare her? Zombies? I charge my horn with magic, shaking my head at the scene before me.
Octavia, and by extension the zombies, were getting closer. Finally, I let loose my magic, causing a ripple in the dream. The scene changes, and Octavia is sitting in the lead chair, a crowd of ponies sitting in the audience waiting expectantly. She looks around,
understandably confused, and spots me. give her a reassuring wink, and she smiles. Her cello appears out of nowhere, and she starts to play, causing the audience to go quiet. I charge my horn, and my limbs fall asleep, my body once again feeling like it's being squeezed through a tube as I leave her dream.
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I return to consciousness and open my eyes. Octavia was still asleep, but now she was smiling, curled up slightly on the couch.
I look at the clock to see it was now 12:01.
"Huh, new record." I say to myself, a bad habit of mine, and leave the mare to her sleep.
I shake my head, remembering the nightmare in question.
"Zombies. Tsk, my maid's daughter has worse dreams than that,"
I comment in disappointment. "But she should be fine now." Just before I ascend the stairs, I glance back at the mare on my couch,
a smile touching my lips as she gives a slight twitch.
"Sweet dreams, Octavia."
Morning, 7:00 am
I wake up to Celestia's sun shining through the somewhat frilly curtains, heralding the time to rise and start the day. I get out of bed,
stretching, then exit the bedroom. Further down the hall, I open the bathroom door and enter, levitating a brush towards my head, and begin brushing. After taming my bedmane to satisfaction, I head downstairs. Octavia has just awoken, thankfully.
She gets off the couch and yawns, already looking a lot better than when she entered last night.
"I take it you finally got some sleep?" I ask, to which she looks at me, smiling in gratitude.
"Good morning, Mr.Dreams," she says,
then gives a yawn, and continues "Thank you, I haven't gotten a good nights rest in ages! How much will this cost me?"
I give a chuckle at this and reply, "Nothing. That nightmare didn't even take half an hour to banish." Her eyes widen at this, and I return to
my bored look as she heads for the door.
She stops and looks back at me, "If you insist, but I will pay you next time!" she says, smiling. Then she opens the door, the sunlight flooding in the doorway, and shuts it behind her.
"Done it again, Sweet," I say to myself in triumph. "Done it again."
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