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Pinkie had only gotten up today to get prepared for her ultra-spectacular party extravaganza, which was exactly what she called it on her posters and fliers set up all over Ponyville. She was bent on making sure everypony knew about and as many came over as possible. She was still psyched up about the recent defeat of Discord, as it was only a week ago, and the zeal of such a strong web of bonds she shared with her friends grew ever so stronger now that they had been through this much together. She awoke with a smile on her face and left Sugarcube Corner maintaining that same smile. Nothing could go wrong today.

That was at least what she dreamed. The dream felt so real, and maybe because Pinkie was throwing parties so rapidly like a machine gun. It occurred to her that such a happening was possible, as it could and had happened before to her. She knew party dreams would invade her mind because she kept throwing parties, to everypony's either joys or dismays. She did not care who came, as long as somepony or ponies did. That was her satisfaction, but that dream was too real. Looking back at it, Pinkie swore it was real, and maybe she was still in a dream. She needed to find a way to wake herself up, but what if she woke up in another dream? Implying her current reality was in fact just a DMT hallucination of her subconscious mind being random as she was, that is. She had no way to in that sense, actually, she did everything possible with her strange senses, cartoon physics, and awareness of a certain audience nopony else paid any mind to. Her life in of itself could be a dream and she would not even know. This thought scared her at first, but she found herself liking the idea. Not in the sense she could now jump off of a cliff and not die a horrible death of blood splattering and bone snapping, she could do that easily as long as it appealed to the ponies laughing in her head. She believed they saw everything, and they knew her every move. Nopony else seemed to notice, and she was getting slightly off track from her main concern.

Dream or not, today was bound to be fun in some way. She then began to welcome the idea of milking the possibility that she was indeed living within a dream at the moment. Lucid dreaming was out of the question, as she had done herself the favor of trying. Not only was it boring, but she could not even recall if she were even asleep during the duration of this dreaming session. The memory did not end well, so if she were to ever find herself sentient of her own dream world, she would only do what she would do in her normal, daily life within the dream. If that was not already crazy enough.