Same Place, Same Time, Different Body

Hello everyone!

I found a new word today, and it's really funny considering it matches exactly what I'm doing.

Here's the definition-

Recrudescence:

1. Revival of material or behavior that had previously quiesced.

Quiesced:

1. Temporarily inactive or disabled

And how that applies here?

Well, lets just say that I've decided to post fragments of the first chapter of the rewrite here for you guys.

That way, if you guys like it, then I will finish it as a brand new story!

NOW, ONWARDS!

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On the same eventful Saturday, someone woke up in the afternoon.

Well, seeing how this story is, I guess it would have to be somepony now, wouldn't it?

Anyway, Jack woke up to nothing except his own snoring (which was fairly loud, by the way). Nobody was home, and nobody would be home for another week.

He also woke up due to the fact of his terrible bed placement, and the sun shining directly into his eyes. Anyway, he was just waking up, before springing out of bed.

Then falling.

He hit the floor, muzzle-first and scraping his face all over the carpet.

Now, with a carpet-burn on his face, he slowly got back up, moaning.

Until he fell again, then his face once again met the ground.

Struggling to push himself back up, he eventually gave up and just plopped back down on the floor, face in carpet.

About an hour later

Jack POV

I slowly opened my eyes, trying to gather my mind together. Or something.

Ugh, it's so bright in here. Stupid window thing. Why do I even have a window?

Why do windows even exist?

Man, this carpet is uncomfortable. Well, its not like I sleep on carpets anyway. Speaking of windows, why do houses have carpets? It's not like we walk or sleep on them or anything.

Wait, hold on. Why am I on the floor in the first place?

A quick look at my bed seeing the sheets spread everywhere, leading mostly towards my spot on this awful carpet, pretty much summed up what had happened.

I got up from the rugged and dirty old carpet, rubbing my face to subside the familiar stinging pain of carpet burn. Certainly wasn't the first time I've fallen out of bed.

I slightly swayed left and right, becoming dizzy from lifting my head up from my ackward position on the ground. Another look around to get my surroundings, suddenly confused me.

My head barely made it past the bed. Last time I checked, I was not a midget.

Well, at least I think I'm not a midget.

Either I've shrunk, or someone broke into my house and made everything taller than me.

The first one being less likely, of course.

I couldn't find myself to walk, still not bothering to figure out why. I just honestly wanted to get back onto my suddenly tall bed and go back to sleep. School had been a hassle all week, and sleep was calling my name.

"Jack..." "Jack..." "Jack..." "Jack..."

Oh hey look. It's actually calling me. I meant it as a figure of speech, but whatever.

I almost fell back down to the floor, before catching myself (weird phrase, if you think about it. I don't exactly know how one goes about catching themselves, if you think about Newton's Laws of physics and-).

I shook my head, and lightly trotted over to the bed's legs.

Observing it with my hoof, I had come to a conclusion.

My bed was in fact, not bigger!

The carpet was smaller!

Huh. I should celebrate with some sleep.

Sound good, me?

"Yeah."

Alright, good. I wasn't really counting on your opinion anyway.

Managing to find these weird looking square things in the corner of the room, I made a stack of them, almost resembling a staircase.

What are those things called again?

Oh well. They can come up with their own name, I guess.

I climbed back into my bed, trying to grab the covers with my incapable hooves. It really only just moved them around, I couldn't get any grip on it at all. My sleepiness reminded me of its presence, and I then just gave up and went back to sleep again.

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[redacted]'s POV

'Oh my god. I'm a pony.'

I looked around, frozen in place from where I stood a few minutes ago. Frozen partially because the tile was very, very cold.

'More or less, a unicorn.'

I tried to process the thought, it just kept repeating over and over again.

It couldn't be happening! It just couldn't! It didn't even remotely make sense at all!

I took a few steps forward, then stopped again, sitting down on the cold tile floor.

Did I mention the tile was cold?

Nope, this is a dream. It can't be real!

'Although, that all seemed really detailed... I even feel awake.'

Haha! No! Come on [redacted], you can't already be losing yourself over just a silly lucid dream.

I mean, there's several factors in lucid dreams- things don't make sense, and the distinct lack of fingers.

Both of which, were happening right now.

I lifted up my colored hoof, observing it a bit closer.

Well, I definately don't have fingers.

The hoof had really no depth or difference in color at all, besides the shadows projected from the natural lighting through the windows. Ugh, stupid big windows.

Speaking of which, she had noticed her hoof was light tan, maybe light-brown. Okay, I'm not her. That's always good!

'Well not entirely. I'm a pony, for crying out loud!'

Wait. I've been thinking for a while. Usually dreams pass by really fast, right?

So.

'Oh dear.'

I gasped.

"No!" I paced back and forth, at an incredible speed that could easily rival a cheetah.. Well, if I'm a pony, then is she real? Was everything real this entire time?

"Oh no, nononono!"

I quickly ran to the nearest bathroom, I was in need of a mirror and self confidence!

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---Jack POV----

I eventually got off of my bed, not even bothering to make it because I'm dreaming (and physically incapable of doing so). I walked out my door, which was efficiently left open thanks to my laziness. I have no idea how I would open the doorknob with hooves.

I shuddered at the thought, and god have mercy on anypony who ever had to go through that.

But then again, I was dreaming. There was no way in anything at all this could be real.

It's just plain ridiculous thinking about it.

I laughed a bit to myself. How silly, I actually thought this was real!

I've been told lucid dreams were realistic, but dang.

This is pretty close, besides my distinctive lack of fingers and being a pony of some sort. And my room being slightly bigger.

I walked out to the living room of my empty house, until I stopped for a moment.

You know when you remember you're breathing automatically and then you have to breathe manually?

That's what happened when I realized I had no idea how I was walking.

Now here I was, stranded in the middle of a small, carpeted living room.

A small, ridiculous pony.

A ridiculous pony that is almost completely handicapped, and suffered major carpet burn.

You know how odd that sounds? Really odd.

Especially since I'm referring to myself.

Very odd if you ask me, but hey; that's natural for a dream right?

Because there was no way in the universe this could happen.

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