Author's Note

These are literally just accounts of some very vivid dreams I have every once in a while. They are not always pony-related, but on the off chance they are, I will try to post as detailed a description as I can here.
Could it be a deeper problem that I'm not noticing? Probably, but it's all fine.

Update: I'll bet my brain is trying to get me to move on from the ponies, but it can go [REDACTED] itselt

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300 Year Gap

It started off as a basic dream, a jumbling of nonsense, and disconnected elements of me wandering through a grocery store with absolutely no goal. While I could make out that it was indeed a grovery store(frozen pies section, frozen chicken, and other delectables), I could not make out for the life of me what sort of store it was. It had a few familiar segments, that one would associated with a Walmart, and some localized stored I had seen in my past; a couple of hometown stores known as Cranford's, and Brookshire's had a bit of their layout, too. It felt strange to see them again after nearly 4 years, but they remained the same in this "life".

It didn't help my stomach that for the first few moments of the dream, I was wandering around frozen treats, randomly taking things straight from the rack and munching on them; in the middle of a store, I was eating the merchandise. But no one came to stop me. In fact, for the most part, it felt like it was a post-apocalypse sort of situation, but everything was clean. Too clean for a store, but it was clean. Little to no humans; and they were people. I couldn't recognize them, and I couldn't recognize facial features, but they were faces.

Then the dream began to shift a little bit. I started hearing random garbled talking; it was a female voice, not at all muffled as if they were being covered, but they were just very soft-spoken. This was about the time I had become aware of the dream, and I was able to gain some light control of it. It was definitely a lucid dream, but I didn't have one-hundred percent control of my character outside of my own personal dialogue, which was minimal. Except for a phrase that repeated itself for a couple of times, repeating the sentence, "I left for two days", or something very similar. The common ratio was beginning to make a seat in my thoughts, but not the dream, at first; it made it clear to me that two days here was three-hundred years there. "There" did not make itself known to me for quite a few minutes.

Then I began wandering, head looking down to the floor, as the floor tiles changed in a quick flash; not of light, but as if a powerpoint slide just changed with no transitions, nor animations. I was now standing in my own kitchen, and I knew it. I had yet to look up, and I knew where I was. As I looked up though, it was strange. I know my heart is stuck back in a previous home I lived in for nearly twelve years, so I wasn't too surprised to see a kitchen of sorts from a previous home, with my new home's tiling on the floor.

That was when I took a couple of steps forward, taking in the sights of the floor again as I walked through what appeared to be a textureless portal, aside from a white ring. It was on the edge of the floor between the kitchen and living room, which looked the same on both sides of the portal, so I took a very convincing step through, and found myself in the proper kitchen once more, with sudden thoughts of the two day-three hundred year ration, and random choking emotion hitting my chest. Not literally hitting me, but I suddenly just felt an overwhelming sadness that I could not shake.

It was then that I realized what my brain had done. I had left through that very portal only TWO DAYS before this dream took place, but the figure welcoming me(which was both a hazy, but also quite firmly recognizable Luna) said it has been a three hundred year gap after I left. Then thoughts began to bombard me, no doubt a bit of an influence of the Human in Equestria story binge I have been having; I started to choke a bit as I finally talked.

"How is Twilight doing?" I asked.

Being that I still didn't know the direction of the dream, I assumed I would still see grown-up Princess Twilight, but she silently led me out the front door of my home, as we did a weird slow walk in a circle; we went from the kitchen, through one of the doorways to the living room, and through another doorway to the dining room, to the front door. Then there was another strange sight. Proper house of mine, and Luna walking out into a strange, hilly pasture that does not exist where I am. The two other houses were much more distant, and for a three hundred year old house, my place was standing up to the test of time quite well.

It was then that my dream self, for some reason, got the urge to turn, and kneel down near an outside chair; I had spotted a thick stone slab. When he knelt, I saw much thinner stone slabs, but they were stylized grave markers for them. Up front was Rainbow Dash's, which was just a trapzoid-like shape, about the length of a forearm, and the max width of an eight-by-eleven sheet of paper. Then I shift my eyes to look at another slab, spotting Fluttershy's, then the others, and finally, a unicorn Twilight Sparkle's image engraved one a slightly larger stone.

However, there was a stone off in my peripheral I could not place. This extra headstone changed everytime I glanced. I could only recall seeing it two out of six times, but the first time it had silhouettes of Fluttershy, with Rainbow Dash mirrored on the other half. The last time I remember spotting it, it just had Fluttershy's silhouette, with a grey box under it, not to dissimilar to how cartoons will use those in place of plaques, or text boxes. The entire time I looked at these headstones, I was fighting back some hard tears, collapsing to my knees twice, somehow.

I could hear Princess Luna mumbling in the background a bit incoherently, and yet the phrase or idea that always came back to me was the time gap. My dream self had already fixed himself a bit, as upon seeing Twilight's image, he realized this was not his universe. And in turn, we both came to that realization, also noting the missing Princess Celestia. Unfortunately, it was at this point that I woke up for the first time, completely shattering the dream; I could, and still somewhat do, feel that weird urge to just break down at random.

The last "dream" I had never manifested, but the thought, and the voices of that dream me forcing Luna against a wall and asking what she did came to me briefly before I decided I could not fall alseep. However, he didn't seem solid in his accusations of Luna, so I have no clue what happened there.

I could tell that I came into the mine of a dream-land version of myself that had gone through a portal for two days, and came out into the wrong version of his dimension after three hundred years had passed there. The dream held a lot of weight for only having what may have been about an hour of runtime from the grocery store, to the sudden home visit. Luna didn't have her official voice, and sounded more like a young teenager, rather than herself. If I had to CinemareSins myself, I would question why it has been three hundred years, and those stones were still not in their proper place. I definitel am contemplating whether or not Luna was playing a horrid prank, or if she had removed the stones after some time; I could see her doing that if maybe the cemetary had overgrown after decades, and she wanted the stones to remain unmarred.

Needless to say, I woke up kinda sad today, but otherwise, it was a very vivid dream; I don't want to see it again, but I rarely ever get a dream twice, so there it goes.