Love in the Time of Postage

I awoke from my sleep to find his arm around me. I smiled, glad that he hadn't left me. I had never been in a relationship before, so I was glad to have Nicholt be with me. He was sleeping, sleeping deeply. He was dreaming. I could tell because of his eyes. They were moving under the lids almost constantly. I wondered what he was dreaming about...

"Her. This dream is about her." my subconscious says as I wonder what the dream will be about. Suddenly, a loud song rushes through the air, flowing through me like a blast of energy. I see her face on all sides of me, and notice each is of a different emotion. Happy, sad, angry, scared, wounded... The last picture is of her in a wedding dress with an extended stomach. I wonder what it meant, but then I see me. I am talking to The Doctor.

"DAMMIT, NICK! I trusted you to protect her!" He screams at me, talking about an unknown mare.
"What the buck did you expect, the Wonderbolts should have seen her!" I yell back, storming out of the room. The vision cut to me in another room holding a knife. I (dream self) drew it forward, and brought it down upon my own stomach. I turn away before the impact, but hear a loud crunch and a thump. I turn to my subconscious, who was wincing.
"Sheesh, that was disturbing."
"What does this mean?"
"Protect Ditzy. That's what it means, you idiot."
"Wake me up."
I awake from my deep slumber to find Derpy rolled over towards me, sleeping. I was holding her, she was holding me. Protect her. All I can do is protect her.

This was short for a reason. It's supposed to be a dramatic optional chapter.