Reverie

by Chase123

Rating: everyone
Tags: Adventure, Princess Celestia, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Human, Sad, Romance, Princess Luna, Original Character, Mystery
Length: 4250

The dream is real

Luna is a gifted girl with the ability to control and enter dreams, she is a dreamer, a type of people that are hunted by the government
But when a higher power gains the ability to steal information from the subconscious through a virtual reality machine, the dreamers are the only people who can stop them.

Published 2017-05-07 16:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-05-13 20:00:58 UTC

The Beginning..

The moon shines brightly.
The stars glow, attached to the blanket of darkness, like the deep galaxy unfolds.
Underneath the night sky, people sleep, they dream on, seemingly uninterrupted, at peace at last.
I love night, I love the cool winds, the infinite stars that pain the pitch black portrait, and the silence.
At night I feel at peace with myself. No more fighting, no more pain, just me, pretty much alone.
Sometimes I dream. Being lost within one's mind is quite an interesting concept. I loved to dream, I loved to manipulate my dreams to the way I feel like it.
As a child, I'd sleep deep into those Saturday mornings, sometimes feeling better while asleep than facing the harsh consequences of reality.
My dreams would be filled with adventure, with risk, with people that I would care, people I would never meet on reality.
And whenever my eyes awoken, I'd feel a deep sense of dread.
My parents would feel concerned about me and my separation from my society. But they nurtured me to the best of their abilities and slowly just accepted it.
I was always the child who silently sits in the back of class, writing down assignments and finishing them, before drifting into another seeming reality.
I would zone out. Lost in my own mind, forgetting. Forgetting how I didn't belong.
I'll be honest with you.
I didn't belong.
I'd shy away from people in the halls, run away to the nearest place to be alone. I am introverted, but a lot of what was driven into my fear of being social was what I was.
The power I had, the pain I could cause.
But it was also acceptance. I never felt accepted, and it slowly drove me to the fact that I shouldn't even try, shouldn't even care.
And when I dreamt, I finally met people like...Me....
My older sister, Celestia, was always social. She'd had a lot of friends, and I didn't quite understand why she needed them.
We'd say hi every now and then, but as I said before. I would shy away from the crowds, and hide in an empty room to think.
I was dangerous.
More dangerous than anyone would think that I am.
I held a secret. A deep, powerful secret that I kept to myself. That I was afraid to show, and was afraid to use.
Because controlling dreams weren't the only thing that was happening to me.
Sometimes, I would get so in control of my dreams, that I could enter into others.
An ability I thought I never had, but then grew to realize that it was true. I realized that the world of dreams, and the unconscious mind, was a whole new universe to explore.
It's like an alternative earth trapped in one's mind.
I know you think that I am just blabbering on about pointless things that don't seem to be true.
But, I know it's true.
Cause there are others like me.
Others that can tap into other people's dreams, or control them even, but there are some that tap intro dreams for the good of humanity, whilst others tap into dreams for the benefits of themselves, for power, for wealth, for destruction.
People reside in cities, they live their normal lives, but when they dream, things aren't normal. Action, nightmares, fear. Their minds construct these dreams, and their unconscious minds can't detect the present of someone with my ability.
As a younger teenager, I was fully aware of my abilities. And I realized my powers were something that kept growing more powerful as it grew.
Whilst dreaming, I found I had so much power, so many worlds of unconscious minds around me, and I didn't know what to do.
What to do I do with this power?
I tried to ignore it.
For so long, I kept telling myself it would go away, this wasn't real. It was silly to keep thinking like this.
But then I started to accept it, and I asked myself, the real question, is whether it really was silly?
As high school continued, and I started to become more separated from reality. I started gettong nightmares.
But, they didn't make sense.
Once I was asleep and dreaming, I would wonder around my subconscious. Just imagine exploring a world of thoughts, memories, of hopes, of pain, and imagine being able to watch and feel them go by as you walk around a planet of ideas.
But then I would hear a vibration. I wasn't sure what it was, I ignored it as best as I could, but slowly it became a blast.
I could hear something like a signal blast. It would cause me to wake up, and I could never figure out what it was.
But then, my life changed forever.
My dreams mostly stayed the same, with the signals coming in every now and then. But I chose to ignore them.
I was clueless. I had no idea what power I had, what I would do with that power, nor I had any clue of what to do with it.
My days at school were mostly normal. Hiding in the back, blending in with the crowd, being alone with my thoughts at lunch.
But then something happened to me that I thought would never happened.
I met two people that seemed oddly strange.
A student with a tall muscular frame who had short black hair, but with a serious look on his face.
And a teacher with a short body, who loved birds and had a fancy pair of glasses.
They both seemed to be tailing me every day. Making sure I didn't get in trouble. And I guess that wasn't a problem, I didn't do anything.
I wasn't worried, I could stand my ground.
But I still felt suspicious, regardless.
The student was named John. John never spoke, not unless asked a question. Most of the girls fell in love with John, mostly because of his strong look.
I never liked him that much. He seemed a bit like a stalker, and plus, I never was into guys that much.
But John, was mysterious. Most people don't throw me off, but when you meet John. You can tell there was something off.
Like me, he seemed to have deeper thoughts when he stared into space. And I realized he had a close relationship with Mr.Jay, the teacher that seemed to be tailing me as well.
Mr. Jay was pretty calm, he was a pretty cool science teacher, we did things in class that made the day go by faster at least.
But Mr. Jay like John was mysterious, in his own way. Whilst he was a smart, noble, humble, and nice person, he would always make sure he knew where I was.
Sometimes I would be walking off somewhere, and I would catch from the corner of my eye that Mr. Jay was looking at me.
It freaked me out.
But then again, I am an expert in martial arts, I illegally have a gun in my bag, and I know how to fire a weapon.
I wasn't worried.
But I think what did was that Mr.Jay and John were always talking to each other. I never knew what. I would sometimes catch Mr. Jay and John talking at lunch, and Mr. Jay seemed to be instructing John.
I would tell Celestia about my problem, but she just told me that I was overreacting.
And so I thought I did too.

Mind you, I didn't have the confidence to enter into other people's dreams. Whilst I did this at times by accident, I didn't want to do it on purpose.
I had respect for others, and didn't want to invade someone's privacy.
But to be honest, right now, I would've totally looked into John's and Mr. Jay's subconscious to see what was really up.
Imagine a world of multiple path-aways, you have to focus on the person hard enough to be able to into the said person's subconscious.
That's how we go into other people's dreams.
But at the time, as a 16 year old, I wasn't that powerful in my abilities, but you'll find out soon enough.
I knew something was up though, John and Mr.Jay weren't fooling me, and I had to figure out what their motive was, what the heck they were doing.
I was in for a lot.
One day at lunch, I snuck into Mr.Jay's classroom, I went over to his empty desk, and scanned through the papers.
I wasn't sure what to expect. I just found papers from various students, but then I also found something else.
A file, inside the file was a single paper that happened to read some numbers. It seemed weird, and it seemed like a social security number.
Everything really seemed suspicious.
I sat down on his desk, and turned on his computer.
All that was there, was security footages of the school...
I gasped.
Mr.Jay had access to the security cameras within the building. I then glanced over at a file, the file had the name ''Operation 216''.
I was about to click the file, until a password came out.
I groaned, because there was no way in hell I was going to figure out the password.
As if by random at that moment, the fire drill went on, and as it went on, I realized I had to go, reluctantly.
I closed the computer, turned it off, before taking the paper with the numbers.
As I headed outside, through the crowd, I could see Mr.Jay leaning into John's ears, and he whispered something. John nodded, and then fell back into the crowd.
Mr.Jay glanced at me, but he was far back. He seemed calm, like he knew what he was doing.
And I knew something was up, something was going on that I wasn't let in for.
I became worried.
While I did know there was no way my dreams played into this. But what if it did.
Why would someone as suspicious as Mr.Jay come into this? Why would this be happening to me?
The questions kept buzzing, but there wasn't going to be an answer quite yet.

After the incident with both John and Mr.Jay, I never did find answers. I never did understand what the numbers on the paper meant.
I didn't want to know.
At the end of the school year, both John and Mr.Jay left, for no real reason, we all assumed they moved.
And I found in my heart, to forget what happened.
I burned the paper that had the numbers, and I tried to live my normal life.
But the dreams weren't normal, they started to become uncontrollable, like someone was running tests on them, as if they were trying to control it.
I'd have complete random dreams, and no matter how hard I tried to control them, I just couldn't.
I grew up, trying to get around life's problems, before going to college a bit early.
Once I was in college, I wasn't sure where life would take me. I thought about being a psychologist, but I honestly wasn't sure where that would take.
My dreams became less hostile as I grew, they seemed to be more temperament. They seemed to tell me which direction to go, and then I knew it.
I had dreams of police officers, about guns firing, where people scream.
When I was younger, I always wanted to help out people. With the ability to control dreams, I could become anything I wanted to be, and I could play my own story in my head.
But I couldn't control reality.
My sister Celestia grew to become a very kind person, she decided to go into politics, because she believed in the well being of people.
I never thought that being in politics would be a wise choice. It's a job where you don't have too much power over the outcome of others, there's no direct chance at saving people.
I wasn't a violent child, but when bad things happen I could take care of myself and others.
I could fight any guy, I could shoot someone, I was ferocious, but while I thought of myself looking like a girl in deep thought, everyone else thought I was hostile.
I actually agree with them now, I never was good with people.
But life led me in the direction of becoming a agent.
My parents weren't really happy to hear that, but they were supportive regardless, because they wanted me to find a job that I was happy to be in.
Finding bad guys and punching them? Sounds cool to me.
Now, I'm gonna skip over how I got into police training, but allow me to begin. As my dreams of being a agent grew, and I trained with my gun, I was ready to show my stuff to the trainees.
We did these test simulations of breaking into a home, and I was pretty good at it, I hit every target in the exact spot I wanted to hit.
The trainees were very happy with my work.
The test obstacles continued, and I proved to be the handiest person with the gun, and since I was a girl, I felt pretty good to be the best amongst the boys.
The quiet girl was succeeding, I would tell myself.
As the days of training rolled by, I found myself falling in love with shooting.
Not a good thing to be proud of, but I'll just admit, I loved the rush of adrenaline, the thrill of the chase, even if it wasn't real yet, and the ability to shoot.
Anywhere I commanded my gun to go, the bullet would follow right where I would expect it.
Nothing happened that was different for me, things would be normally be the same, and the dreams stayed normal.
But then there was a new kid on the task force.
Joe Davis, was a socially awkward guy who wasn't always the best guy on the task force. But unlike the assholes who worked with me, Joe was someone who had some decency and respect.
Joe wouldn't trash talk, or be mean, he was a wimp.
But I still liked him for his niceness, so I would always end up partnering. Joe never had a need for being competition, he'd usually hide behind me in most of the simulations.
The practicing agents were getting better, our months of training were coming to an end.
Even Joe was getting better, he was more assertive, capable of shooting something, without cringing before doing it.
A lot of people still teased Joe. He was a weakling with a love of more feminine things, I would always have to stand up for Joe, before he got his ass kicked by some dudes.
And while I was usually only partnering up with Joe out of selfishness and sympathy, I came to like the bro.
He had a good sense of humor, and would crack up some jokes every now and then.
While I never had a friend in life, Joe came close to being one.
But then the task force instructor was replaced. Strangely, for no apparent reason, but it was also strange, because it was only the last month of training.
Mr.Burke, a tall sandy blonde hair dude with a suit and a cool pair of shades, but also seemed to be quite the playboy.
His voice had that tricky, mischief sound that made me instantly dislike him. But it was only a month of training.
Mr.Burke kept close eyes on me, asked me a lot of questions about my life, and said he was trying to figure out how I would be in the FBI. He wanted to make sure I was completely ready to become an FBI agent, and I knew I was.
Mr.Burke was chatty tho, he would talk to the guys in the task force as well, probably trying to figure out if they were ready.
Mr.Burke was more interested in getting me into the FBI, I don't know what the reasons were, but he just loved my shot accuracy, and my fighting skills.
I then got more dreams.
But these dreams seemed to be more realistic. I remember waking up, and realizing I was in a dream, before looking around me, I was in the middle of a busy street, I would glance around, and I saw Mr. Burke with a smile on his face holding a gun.
The dreams then got stranger. I saw glimpses of explosions, I could hear shots being fired, and almost could hear a voice inside me that was trying to warn me.
''Watch out.''
Every time I'd hear that whisper in my head, I would jolt up and look around. No one was around.
The dreams didn't stop, and while they didn't affect my training, Joe noticed that something was going on with me.
''You look more serious than usual'' Joe told me on day taking a bite into a sandwich.
I shook my head. ''I know..Just concentrating..''
Joe nodded. ''Hmmm...You ready to join the FBI?''
I shrugged my shoulders. ''Ready as I'll ever be.''
Joe looked at me again. ''But that isn't really it, is it..?''
I sighed. ''Bro, you know that I'm fine right..?''
Joe shook his head. ''Looks like you haven't been sleeping well...''
I didn't say anything.
''You know, I always believed that dreams told you something that you should pay attention to.'' Joe said as he bit into his sandwich.
He then left. Leaving my heart pounding in my chest, as the dreams that I've been experiencing seem to rewind in my head, and I take a shaky breathe.
I could almost hear the whisper in my head.
''It's coming soon...''

Means To An End

The wind blows in my face as I walk down the alley following Mr.Burke, who gave orders to me to follow him.
I feel a tremble within me, an uneasiness that lies deep down, but couldn't get over. A feeling of insecurity and mistrust whenever looking upon Mr.Burke.
I was behind Mr.Burke, he seems to walk straight, stiff, tall and secure. He knew what he was doing.
And I didn't like it.
Mr.Burke kept on walking, not a word being said
I kept my hands in my pockets, my fingers touch the cold surface of my gun, I'm ready to load it, I'm ready to fire.
But, I had no reason to feel mistrust towards Mr.Burke. But nightmares, voices in my head, all warned me not to trust him, and I didn't know why.
Maybe it was just the deep feeling of insecurity I had towards people. The feeling of dread when it comes to understanding a human.
The alley starts to lead towards a street.
And that's where it happens. Where it all starts.
Mr.Burke turns, and with a smile, pulls a gun and points it right at me. Just like in my dreams.
''Mr.Burke...What are you..?'' I asked.
Mr.Burke chuckles. ''Don't pretend your confused, dear. You can hide a lie better than anyone. Your lie has lived deep within you.''
I said nothing.
''What do you want with me?'' I asked.
''Your dreams, you stupid girl!'' Mr.Burke said.
I'm confused. My hands in the air, there was no way I could grab the gun and shoot, I would've been dead before that happened.
''How do you know?'' I ask.
Mr.Burke sighs. ''The government has seen many myths over these few years. History is full of conspiracies, but the dreamers are a conspiracy that we have not taken lightly.''
I am still confused. ''A dreamer...? That's what I am...?''
Mr.Burke nods, he still points the gun at the direction of my chest, which with every heart beat beats fast.
''The government has many agents of them that have been dreamers...But, they've died out...'' Mr.Burke said, with the last words forming a manipulative smile.
''So your gonna kill me and my species...?'' I ask.
Mr.Burke shakes his head, he lowers his gun slightly. ''You, girl, are a masterpiece of dreaming. Luna, you could be the queen of the night, for all we care, the powerful of all the airwaves..''
''Airwaves..?'' I ask.
''We used airwaves during the night to track any unusual sleep patterns in those in the country, yours was the highest, hence, why I showed up to the FBI training...'' Mr.Burke said.
I nod my head. ''Good move..''
Mr.Burke's gun is even more lowered. As he nods his head agreeing to my comment, my reflexes move like bullets, I grab the gun, and shoot it, hitting his kneecap.
Right next to me there's another alley. I take a left with a run.
Mr Burke shoots at me, trying to aim at my legs, but to no avail. I make a left turn, and hide behind the wall. I point my gun, and shoot more, but Mr.Burke hides on the other side of the wall.
I run even more. My legs grow faster, as each thought of the possible outcome leaves me nervous.
I'm always at the end of the alley, where there will be people, and be easier to blend in and escape. But before I can make it, all the entries are blocked, left, right, back, and front with men in suits, holding guns that stare directly at me.
I am forced to drop my gun, and put my hands in the air.
Mr.Burke comes walking towards, and before I know it, a blow hits my head, and everything turns black.

When I wake up, I seem to be in a nursing room. The bed is just like those in the hospitals, white sheets, stained with small amounts of my blood.
I slowly get up.
And of course they confiscated my gun.
I peer around. It doesn't feel quite right, then again, nothing does.
There are nurses around, but yet again, they don't seem to be real.
Everything has a little bit of a foggy touch, I try to stare at the door that's farther away, but that too is blurry and seems to be incomplete, as if it is missing a touch of something.
Then I see Mr.Burke walking around the hall, and almost naturally, I get up. I need no rest for all that enters my mind to is to get Mr.Burke.
I run to the door, and quickly open it.
Mr.Burke pauses as he sees me, before I lunge in to punch him. He barely dodges my punch, but I know how to fight.
We both go at, he knocks me down, but I am able to get up, and I pounce at him, and we both collapse on the floor, before I give him hard punches, his face bruises up, but I want to knock him out, but before I can, the blurriness of the room starts to fade around me.
Until my eyes open.
I gasp as I awake from the dream, and then I see wires connected to my head, all of them connected to a laptop that was sitting on a desk near me.
A woman, who was a bit chubby, wearing a dark suit, and had her brown hair tied back, had a face full of menace and aggression. She looked like Ursula from the Little Mermaid humanized.
I glance past the computer with the desk, and I see Mr.Burke lying down, also with wires on his head, all of them also connected to the laptop.
Behind them are people working on computers. It's a huge room, and I see a couple SWAT teams ready to head out.
''Welcome, Project Lunar.'' The mean women said with a smug look on her shoulder. ''I see you almost killed Mr.Burke in that dream scenario.''
Mr.Burke gets up slowly, he still had the bruises, the bruises that I gave him in the dream!
''How...?'' I asked.
Mr.Burke laughs as he gets up. ''An agent with the skill set of fighting, shooting, and lucid ability? We are in for a treat.''
I glare at him.
The woman crosses her arms. ''Agent Luna..''
I stare at her with eyes like a cat. ''I'm not...Your agent...''
The woman laughs.
The woman then steps a bit closer. ''Oh, but how you are such a game changer...Such a huge piece to what we can become. A dreamer like Mr.Burke, but quite more talented. Yes, we'll be able to stop much terrorism with you, steal information from our rivals, and even, torture!''
I jolt up. 'I'm not doing crap for you...''
The woman shakes her head. ''You've always loved an adventure...Come now, it'll be fun..''
She then glances towards Mr.Burke. ''Have you got the second dreamer?''
Mr.Burke shakes his head. ''The team's on it.''
The women smiles at me again, and I want to punch her in the mouth.
''You'll love your partner. You and he will work well together with Discord's watch.'' She said.
I look at her confused.
Mr.Burke smiled. ''I chose my code name to be represented with a word of trickery and mischief.''
I put my head down on the pillow. There was no way out of this. No escape. Agents standing in every corner, my gun gone.
I bite my lip. ''And who are you..?''
''When I was an agent my name was Chrysalis, but now, being the head, I much prefer Control.'' The woman said with a smile