7 Running

The light meant nothing.

Yellow. Seeping through something, a profound glittering darkness encompassing this body I had.

My mind was not there anymore. The dread, the fear- that was my torso and heart, legs and lungs, succumbing to the numbness. My mind was shutting down, and it did nothing to fight it. The tingling, burning as I saw the light prickle my skin did nothing to my soul but brought tears to my eyes.

The tears were for nothing I knew of consciously.

It was strange. Encapsulated by darkness and light, tingling fire and calmness in my veins, I was separated from myself. I knew I was dreaming. Though I knew it I felt the hormones take control of my paralyzed state. I felt my physical body, but I was entangled in snares and darkness I did not comprehend. It was to be one of those dreams- where I know I’m there, I know what’s coming but I don’t want to believe it. It’s the dream that you only have once in a blue moon, and it haunts you all day- and even if it’s all your mind pumping out chemicals at its own expense, one can’t help but wonder- how did I know what I showed myself? My own mind makes me confront my fears, even if I know myself enough to know them not to come true.

I can’t wake up.

The glitter of light, trickling down... like water- how can it do that? I ask this but my body does not feel surprised. It feels nothing but an unfamiliar burning, etching in my skin as if I were canvas. I must move. I must wake up. The water- the light- opened up to sepia, gold, and green. I felt my dry eyes flutter, and the dampness of my mouth. How delicate is the body? I could trap myself in this forever because that’s what a dream can do. I can feel every muscle in my back, the tendons talking to each other as they themselves become too uncomfortable to be paralyzed.

I keep thinking too many things. The dream makes me think these things- so I won’t acknowledge the horror I know is coming. I feel my breath- so calm and gentle- why does it sound so beautiful? It cannot possibly be my own. The pause in my lungs is there, still, waiting. Do my lungs know I’m dreaming? My mind says no.

I feel the rush. Swirling clear and pristine the light transforms- the water... is falling towards me. I know it’s coming. My lungs start the slow heave to breathe in. The fear is there- but I can’t move. What is coming? Why does the light take its time to torture me?
A teardrop- so small. The fear is in my stomach- it clenches and I pray for movement. OH! Let me wake up. The teardrop glides, glistening and prismatic, right in front of me.

The silence in a dream is enough to kill.

The teardrop grows, and the colors of the rainbow swirl in, on by one. The colors dance and go faster, as agile little creatures within the teardrop. I hope I won’t remember this when I finally wake up. If I ever will.

My lungs won't breathe.

My mind screams for it all to stop but I don’t know why. I don’t know anything at this point, where I feel every vein scream for more passing blood. How preposterous that such a beautiful thing causes so much agitation to my unconscious. I feel childish; my regality has vanished along with the rest of my body.

Where's Luna?

She’s in a terrible amount of pain. I hear her heart beating in this vastness of the dream world, and I feel the tingling as the reverberations of the space around me prick my skin. My empire still brought me many mysteries, but this was unfathomable.

She hasn’t moved for a long while; I’ve tired out from worrying. How could you sleep inside a dream? This is unlike any dream I’ve had- and while I’ve dreamt for centuries at a time, I had never been or ever seen anybody asleep inside a dream.Even when you think you are asleep inside a dream , it's merely this world changing your reality over and over, and when you can finally wake up you'll never know the difference.

My magic did nothing for her. The air whirling around this prism of darkness chilled me to the bones, but it calmed when I quit trying to save my sister.

I hardly remember falling asleep- but this dream felt more real to me than ever. Every tingle, muscle and breath weighed in on me, and this world felt more surreal as time flew by.
My head was spinning- I could do nothing to wake my sister, and after all the time I remained in the moon, gazing at the expanse of the universe, the stars and heavens broadening out before me in glittering, shattering light and space that took my heart and flung it at the sun, I still found myself in awe of the beauty of life here.

I envied her. I had to live eons chasing my own nightmares, fighting demons that were never real. She lived, in mass admiration, and carried on with her life. That shadow that she cast on me has dissipated now- but I will never forget that epoch of my life, squirming, despite my paralyzed fear and the wretched feelings of loathing that emanated from my chest and throat.
The brightest ping and flash of light stings my eyes and I’m blasted away by a power that burns me as I land a few feet away.

She rises suddenly, gasping for air- the sharp intake of breath is a whistle so high in my ears, I feel the tick of my eardrum.I scream.She’s wide-eyed and crying desperately- I try to console her, but something is terribly wrong.

“Luna! Where are you?” I pat her softly and tell her she’s dreaming.

She keeps screaming on and on, but this is not my Celestia- she won’t listen to me. I feel her pounding heart as she writhes in pain. She flutters open her eyes, and they’re shot with a bright white and gray.

She’s blind.

I cup her face, looking into her eyes- they stare at me like a cement wall...The tears that came glistened those pearly eyes, and I found myself cradling her and hushing her. Her tears were the coldest thing I have ever felt in my life.
We were suddenly falling into the nothingness. With my face in her hair, the screams were muffled, and it all became a blur.
My brain squirming in its cradle, my body tingled with a mixture of exhilaration and fear.I heard my heartbeat in my ears sing and the pulse in my throat strangled me.

Both of us gasping for air, our falling bodies felt the dream envelope us, swallow us whole- and our screams ran away as the silence paralyzed us.

This nightmare will never end.

This continued for what felt like an eternity- and I should know what that feels like. Everything was in slow motion- I could feel my blood course through me, fanning out in the veins of my neck, legs, and wings. It was an airy feeling, and though I knew I was asleep I questioned whether this was really my death.

So many times I thought I could never die. I ran out of luck and away from the truth. How queer, that I could think for eternity in a dream but never do anything about it. I will probably forget all of this as soon as I wake up. It’s happened so many times...but what’s different about this dream? There was something, something bad…I need to remember. It’s important.Isn’t it?

Where am I?

Where’s Celestia?