I’ve always been a morning person. Even without setting my alarm clock, I naturally wake up at 5:15 a.m. to … be productive. Yeah right. Usually I jump out of bed and run into the kitchen, scavenging for breakfast. Then I run into my room, shut the door, turn on the lights, grab my laptop, and plug in some earbuds. While most teenagers my age stay up late and sleep in, I sleep at a normal time and wake up earlier than the sun. It’s a bad habit, I admit, but there’s nothing better than falling asleep to the thought of waking up and watching My Little Pony episodes.
Yes, I’m a pegasister. I would say closet pegasister, but lots of people already know this due to all my profile pictures being about ponies, and my wallpapers, and my desktops, and my blogs (Yes, I blog), and my biography lines. Usually my bio in any social media is “Dance is Life <3 I’m a pegasister and I’m proud of it <3 Kats rule and kats rule!!!” in that order, ‘cuz dance is my life, ponies are my second life, and kats are my third. I would add in music as a 4th but I never have enough space.
Last night, I changed my Facebook profile picture to a pony request I had drawn for me of my OC/Ponysona. My ponysona is a pale sea green pegasus, with a black mane and a purple streak, and a cutie mark of my signature symbol, a splash of water drawn as a lily with a swirly stem. I named her Lilysplash, after my screen name and pseudonym for practically everything I use.
“Ding.” I got a Facebook notification! Logging in, I saw that my friend had commented on my picture. “Aren’t you a little old for my little pony?” When I saw that, I was purely insulted. Really, I’m on the younger side in the Brony Fandom. I mean, really? I gave up talking sense into him and just shut off my laptop. It was time for me to sleep anyway. I took off my watch, bracelet, and necklace, placed them on my desk and turned off the lights and jumped into bed. I fell asleep instantly.
That night, I didn’t have any dreams sadly. I love having dreams, whether nightmare or not. I still want to test the idea of being conscious in the dreamworld. I’ve done it before, actually having thoughts in a dream, and I’ve always wanted to do it again. Speaking of which, I need to remind myself to pray to Princess Luna for a dream next time. Anyway, I woke up with a really bad back itch.
Groaning, I reach my arms behind my back for the itchy spot when my hands hit something soft and feathery. Sitting up, I reach up to rub my eyes, but I don’t see my hands at all. What I do see are two identical cyan hooves.
“No way,” I mutter under my breath. My voice sounds scratchier than usual, but I don’t give it another thought. A crazy theory runs through my mind, and I want to test it out. I climb out of bed and look behind my shoulder. As expected, a pair of feathery blue wings are perched on my spine. Widening my eyes in disbelief, I look down at my body to see the body of a pony, hooves and all. I really need to find a mirror.
Taking a few steps at a time on all four hooves, I try to walk to the bathroom I share with my sister. It’s pretty early in the morning, and the sun isn’t up yet. Sadly, I slam right into the wall… which feels soft for some reason. Letting my eyes adjust to the dark, I look around to see a room that isn’t my own. Almost everything is made up of a material that looks like fluffy clouds. Struggling to get to my hooves, I walk around the room to find a doorknob in the middle of a cloud-wall. Then the next challenge comes up: opening a door. I place my hoof right over the doorknob and twist it. As efficient as a hoof should be, it stays put. The struggles of opening this doorknob continues for about a minute, before I give up and bite around the doorknob, twisting the door open. I fling the door back in pride to see a flying green thing come up and hit me in the head. Like any other day, I black out.
“Ugh, what a dream that was,” I sigh to myself. It feels like everything is back to normal, except my voice still sounds scratchy. Feeling slightly disturbed again, I open my eyes to see Tank hovering right over me, looking as adorable as in the episode Tanks for the Memories. I sit up and see the same cyan pony body instead of a normal human body. Did I mention I’m naked? This feels like both a dream and a nightmare, to be something I’m not.
Just to prove to myself a point, I twist my head back to stare at my butt, no, flank, and see exactly what I expected: A cloud with a tri-colored lightning bolt. Sitting back, I give up struggling and accept reality as what it is. Somehow, with this crazy day, I end up becoming Rainbow Dash.
“Deep breaths. Deep breaths,” I tell myself. Surprisingly, I’m not freaked out at all. If anything, I’m overly excited. After all, it’s not every day a brony gets to be their second favorite pony. And yes, RD isn’t my favorite pony; Fluttershy is. Which is where I’m confused, why am I not Fluttershy? I prefer Fluttershy over RD because she’s the most similar to me: quiet and reserved, while RD is who I want to be: energetic, leadership, and confident. Then I suddenly whack myself in the head.
“Not now, don’t go fangirling,” I say, speaking to myself, “Figure out what’s going on.” Getting to my feet, no, hooves, slowly, I try walking to the door that I opened earlier. Peering through the doorway, I see a hallway and some stairs. Exploring this house that appears to be Rainbow Dash’s, I finally find the front door. Again using my mouth, I open it to see the sky.
As a pegasister, I know the basic layout of Ponyville. But actually seeing it in real life is an amazing experience. Every detail is there, every building, every pony… every pony! I need to find somepony to help me figure out what’s going on. When I think about it, I figure Twilight Sparkle would know what’s going on, and I just need to find her in her castle.
Spotting her castle at the edge of the town, I forget one major detail. Rainbow Dash lives in a cloud. Above the ground. Stepping over the edge of the cloud was probably the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.
“Ahhhhh!” I scream silently in my head. Really, who screams out loud these days? Falling to a possible death, I try to work my back muscles and spread my wings out. I’ve never skydived before, but I understand the concept. Now floating softly downward, I experimentally flap the wings once, then twice. Pretty soon, I get the idea of flying, and I love it. Now I know why Rainbow Dash loves her wings so much. The wind in my mane and the freedom of the sky overwhelms me, and I know that I would never trade this feeling for anything else.
Finally, my challenge came up: to land. I slow my flapping down, until I feel my hooves on solid ground. Silently congratulating myself for passing Flying 101, I lift my head to stare at the crystal castle in front of me. Several guards were milling around, none giving me a second glance. Surprised, I step past the front gates and trot to the double doors.
Knocking, I wait patiently for somepony to open the doors. One of the royal guards comes up to me and with a confused expression, opens his mouth.
“Excuse me, miss Rainbow Dash, but why are you knocking? Usually you fly right in,” he states. I look at him for a second before catching my mistake.
Summoning my inner Rainbow Dash, I stutter, “O-of course! I know, like, flying is 20 percent cooler than knocking, uhh, I was uhh just about to go, uhh, fly in!” Smiling like an idiot, I use my mouth to turn the doorknob, walk in, and quickly shut the door behind me.
“Good going there,” I scold myself. Really, I should be good at winging it by now, and especially now, since I’ve got wings. Yeah, I’m bad at puns.
“Rainbow! What are you doing here?” I hear a very, very familiar voice behind me. Twisting around, I see Twilight Sparkle standing there, her head cocked in confusion.
“Oh, um, Twilight! I have a question for you!” I mumble. Twilight brightens up at the word “question” and beckons with her tail to the throne room. Once inside, I see the six thrones just like in the Cutie Map and the tree roots from Castle Sweet Castle. I stop for a minute and try to process the fact that I’m living practically every brony’s dream. But I give up after a while, and accept the awesomeness unfolding before my eyes.
“So?” Twilight asks. I blink and stare at her. She sighs and rephrases her question, “What’s your question, Rainbow?”
“Oh! Well, you see, I’m not from around here,” I blabber. “Somehow, I ended up …”
“Calm down Rainbow,” she interrupts me. “I know.”
Gaping like a stupid fish (again), I gaze in confusion, “You know?”
“Well, I don’t know all about it, but last night I was testing a spell with Princess Celestia, and it went berserk,” she laughed. “And you’re not the only one either.”
