Dreams

Dreams can take you on wild adventures. Some fun, some scary. It could reveal things on your inner Sparkle. I didn't find mine until years after. You just never know what will happen in one.

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Black, dark, eerie and desolate. I found myself staring at a big crowd. Red banners with question marks, flowing everywhere. So many troops in Grey, it's simply just mesmerizing. On my left was Anon Poner. He raises his hand to silence the giant crowd. There was no sound other than the audible standby pickup of the loudspeakers. With a motion of his finger I feel my hooves moving toward the microphones.

Okay, deep breath. In. Out. No big deal.

"Good evening bucks and mares. I am here to announce my role as Waffen SS Heavy Panzer battalion." I tug at my high collar. Beads of sweat running down my neatly combed mane. "Ahem. Uh, we are at war, for the Grand Unity! One Race! These...bats, they are the reason we lost the War. They ruined our economy. They didn't stop the death of my Father! They are a menace to our world and we will hunt them all down! We will be the one true race! For Unity! For Fatherland!" I shouted. My words ran cold when it reached the microphone.

"For Unity, for Fatherland!!!" They chanted. I looked around. All sticking their right forehooves towards Anon and I. I turn away from the podium as Anon begins another rally.

Nothing can stop us from making our dream a reality. Our final solution to world peace. Under the one true banner: Question Mark.

I head into the restricted side of the town hall. Interrogation Rooms line the hallway. I look into number four. Purple bat with a white mane and a crimson red horn. Her. Leader of the Anti Unity Press Papers in this town. We came here for the rally and to hunt her. I open the door and she stares in fear. Frozen, terrified. I step in and I sit down.

"So, bat cunt, making false information? You know you have to submit paper forms before you're allowed to circulate this smut."

"I have rights." She squeaks.

"Not full rights, you're lesser than us true heirs. You have no rights." I pull out my 96. I wave it near her face. "Say it again, cunt."

"I—"

BANG!

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"GAH" I screamed, leaning forward. I'm soaked in sweat, as if I just got out of the shower. I shudder with my bones feeling cold, very cold. Oh Celestia, that dream… it happened… I cup my face in my hooves. How can I do such a thing like that? Say those things…

I get up and pace the room. Why did I allow myself to do this? I wish to follow a different road than this one. My thoughts roll over each and every memory of command to execute ponies, even the ones I did myself. I push the papers off my desk in a rage as if they were nothing. The chair and my bed didn't survive the onslaught. They quickly were turned over too. After I lost my steam, I plop down on the cold floor and stare. I hate this war. I want to be home… Home? I don't have one. Equestria isn't my home nor the Fatherland. I look at my 96 on the floor. It's not painful? Right? With a deep breath, my dull red magic incompasses the weight and I bring it closer to me. Pulling the bolt back slightly to see if it was loaded. No pony can control me. I push the crown to my right temple. The magic now forms a hand and the finger feels for the trigger. A slow squeeze will end it.

Sque—

"Rough night?" Drawled the lemon colored mare.

"Go…"

"Nah, I'll sit here with you." I kept staring while I heard a plop to the right of me. "If you go through with it. It'll go into my head. I know you're suffering. I see it every time you have that stare."

My finger eases off the trigger. "I feel so alone. I feel like I'm in endless purgatory. Everything I did hurts ponies. No matter which side I'm on… so many bodies I'm standing on."

"That's war, kiddo. I know it hurts. Before they assigned me to you I was in charge of a platoon. Saw a lot of my ponies die in action. Got replacements and saw them go too. So many letters I had to write to their moms, dads, why their son or daughter can't come home. I kept fighting to help the War end sooner. I'm one pony. But everypony here is helping to end something that shouldn't have happened. So we can all go home. Don't you want to see it end? Not by the bullet in your gun?"

I look down and I turned to her. "I have no home."

"You do. I don't want to write a letter to your mom that you took yourself out. And your mare. Would she want to know too?"

"I…" was all that slipped from my maw. The pistol dropped from my magic and I hug Cintrus tightly. I wept for a long time. I didn't know for how long.

"There there. Let it all out. Let me set up your bunk again and I'll stay with you in the morning."

I nod. We set the bunk up again and I look at her. "Thank you."

"Not a problem." My thoughts go away as the heavy cloud of sleep overtakes me.

Author's Note

He doesn't like to sleep because he gets dreams like that.