30 Minute wonders

Well I'm in a pickle. Ever since becoming a brony I have been having dreams about the beautiful land of Equestria. But lately they have been getting... more intense. I see my pony counter-part walking and talking with the others like he really existed. They have been happening in the day as well. I would be walking around when all of a sudden I found myself looking through the eyes of that pony again. When I went back to my human self I would find that I had walking in whatever direction I was headed and hadn't stopped.

The dreams are of just everyday things. Going to work at Sugar Cube corner, saying hi to Pinkie Pie on the way in. Going home, stopping in on the library on the way to chat with Twilight Sparkle about books I have been reading and what is new. Getting home and writing stories about a made up world full of creatures called humans. Letting my mind drift to this land as if hoping that I could one day go there.

It was moments like this where I suddenly took control of the pony. I could walk around on all fours like I had been doing it for years. I would try to think how this had happened when I could feel my control weakening, before waking up.

I've been to many therapists but none can help me. They just point to the next therapist as if they couldn't be bothered to deal with me themselves. Eventually, I came to one therapist who would actually help me.

(10 minute mark)

"Hello mister Stanley. Please take a seat." It was a fairly average office, with a simple desk, a few chairs, and some pot plants to add colour. "Now, I am to believe you are having trouble with over powering dreams, yes?" His voice was dark and distant. He was an old guy, about 70 I would say.

"Yes, that's right. The dreams just come and go, sometimes I take control of the 'other end' as you might say and sometimes I'm just sitting there watching. When I come back to my senses I find myself walking. Just walking." He pondered what I said for a while.

"Hmm. What is this other world like?" It seemed strange that he would say "other world" instead of dream, but I let it go.

"Ahh, well. It's kinda... umm.... well everyone is a pony for a start. And the town where I keep ending up in is called "Ponyville". There are pegasi and unicorns and normal pony's that have amazing strength called "Earth ponies". In the dreams I'm a pegasus, which is kinda cool, but I can only control the body when the pony version of me starts dreaming of something else, like being sucked into a dream like me."

I looked up at the old man. He seemed to have a twinkle in his eyes. "Well, what is you name in this world?" The question caught me off guard. Why would that be important?

(20 minute mark)

"It's... it's Dark Moon. Why? Is it important?" He smiled like a kid looking for a lost puppy. He stood up, something strange filling the air.

"Yes. It is important Dark Moon. Because now I can right my wrong and bring you home." And with that his hands started glowing. My chair started to rise. I couldn't move no matter what I did, fear taking a grip. He lifted a hoof, wait a HOOF? Anyway, he lifted a hoof and put it against my forehead. There was a bright flash and I slipped into unconsciousness. I woke sometime later, to the sound of muffled voices and beeping.

And I remembered everything. I looked at my hands. There were once again hooves. I was home.

(I really liked this idea. If you readers want me to I might write this into an actual story)