Stuck

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Struggle: Ceased (Unity: Achieved)

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“Clip clop, clip clop, clip clop..” is heard, as I am trotting down an endless hall in my castle. (The Castle of Friendship.) {(the) Prench Shrimp(s)}

The hall seems to be tilting a bit to the left, just as it seems to curve in towards the left, while it is sloping slightly upwards, towards the sky. (Just enough to be perceived or imagined, but not enough to be obvious) {But, why?}

(Well, this is a dream; even if I am not aware of it.)

I hear the distinct noises of my hooves, hitting the floor with each step: “Clip clop..”

These noises are just a little bit off; but not enough to take me out of the immersion of the dream. (That could have woken me up!)

For a moment, I am alone.

While I had not quite noticed it; but I am wearing a semi-translucent rubbery suit, covering my body entirely. The suit is a deeper, darker shade of my light lavender purple shade. It is glossy, but lacks the holes for my tail and mane. I guess: it also comes with its very own squeaking noises reminiscent of a rubber suit, even if I have no experience of such a suit.

I have windows on the left wall. Between the windows, I can see a painting of Luna; showing a progression of her development over the years, from the little Filly, all the way up to the mature Alicorn Mare she is today. She is clearly smiling down at me, from within the painting on the wall. (Well, why not?)

I have a door on my right. (I have already trotted past several doors.) Yet, this one door is swinging up before me.

A mare is stepping out into the hall before me, turning to look at me as if she had been looking for me. I can see that she wants to make me company and possibly talk to me about something. (I feel that the subject she wants to talk to me is urgent!)

Who is the mare, stepping out to greet me? I can see that she is translucent, almost like a Spectre or possibly a Spirit.

“Greetings!” she exclaims, as I am reaching her just a moment later.

“Greetings!” I respond.

“Since we have not officially met; I am the Spirit of Harmony, and the Guardian of this Castle!” she is presenting herself.

“I am the Twilight Sparkle, the Princess of Friendship and the Element of Magic!” I respond.

“Pleased to meet you, Twilight!” she opines. (Pleasantries must be observed, no matter the urgency!!)

“Likewise!” I respond.

“Curious decorations, you have in this hall!” she suggests.

“Should this hall be known as: the Hall of princess Luna of the Night?” I suggest.

“I guess: that is as good, as anything!” she responds.

“Since she is the guardian of the dream realm, does this imply that I am dreaming?” I inquire.

“Since you have a Hall dedicated to princess Luna of the Night; do you also have a Hall dedicated to princess Celestia of the day?” she inquires; “And by the same token, there aught to be a Hall dedicated to princess Cadance of the Love and another to Twilight of Friendship!” she opines.

“When you put it that way, I would very much hope that they do exist and that we could be trotting these halls too!” I suggest.

Dreams are not logical, and I know this; but one could dream, or hope for things in this realm above all else. (Dreams are dreams, after all; and Dreams defy logic as a matter of course, on principle alone!)

“That would be delightful..” she ponders, with a dreamy tone to her voice; “but this hall does not have an end; so we will have to leave by other means, in order to reach any of these halls..” she continues; “all assuming; these halls are actually existing in this realm!” she concludes.

“When you put it that way; there is always the chance, you can only enter Celestia’s hall in the day as you are fully awake!” I suggest.

“Then I am content with trotting down this hall with you, for the rest of the night!” she offers.

All of a sudden, I notice a door swinging up before us. A moment later, a black mare is stepping out into the light; stepping up to my side, taking her place half a step behind me on my left.

“Greetings; Princess Twilight (Sparkle)!” she exclaims, in eager excitement.

“Greetings!” I respond, and my first companion on this path along the hall is echoing me a moment later.

“Sorry, if I trotted into something private..” she excuses herself; “but I am only too excited to finally see you!” she concludes.

The first I am noticing, as I am looking at the black Unicorn mare beside me; is her glossy black hide where she should have had a saturated colourful coat of fur. (Strangely enough, the black hide is strangely similar to what my own hide is looking and feeling like right now.. How curious?) Her mane is a recreation of my very own, just slightly brighter and glowing.

When I am casting a glance at her flank: all I see, is the bright outlines of a lone octagonal star. (Indicating a talent for magic, would be my best guess.)

“I am (the) Shade, the Dark Horse!” she is presenting herself, now as I had fully acknowledged her by my side.

“Shade, what a curious name: for a Pony!” Harmony opines.

“Our convergence is no coincidence..” Shade puts forth, hinting at the reason behind being in this hall.

“Of course not..” Harmony exclaims; “but in the domain of Harmony, corruption is nigh!” she declares.

“Where did she come from?” I ponder.

“I am (was) a Changeling, but the dream does not permit this form..” Shade explains.

“Exactly!!” Luna is pointing out, from the painting nearest to us; “I see everything; that is going on, in the dream (Realm)!” she concludes.

“This is indeed the hall of princess Luna of the Night!” Harmony ponders.

“And so, the Cat is out of the bag..” Shade suggests; “I am revealed..” she puts forth; “Since I have stepped out of the Closet within which I hid, I can never hide who I am or where I came from!” she concludes.

“Chrysalis will be furious..” Shade ponders; “once she learns of how I was revealed!” she concludes. (This is Purely Chrysalis’ problem; on the account of giving the order, in the first place!)

“While the effect of you stepping out of your closet may seep out, at some point..” Luna concedes; “but I will not permit this knowledge entering her mind through the dream realm!” Luna declares; from the painting closest to us, at this moment.

“Thank you, Luna!” Shade exclaims, showing clear signs of the relief Luna’s promise is lending her.

“You are quite welcome, Shade!” Luna merely offers, with a genuine smile.

“By the way, Twilight..” Shade puts forth; “I hope the book I offered you was informative and enjoyable!” she suggests.

“Thank you, Shade..” I respond; “yes, it was very informative and entertaining; at least, as far as I have had the time to read, up until now!” I respond; “I can’t say anything; about the parts I have not had the time to read, yet!” I conclude.

“You did notice that there are a few stories, mixed in with the various references?” Shade inquires.

“Yes, Shade..” I answer; “Very entertaining, thank you!” I conclude.

“Since this book is written by a changeling, (me); the narrative is from our perspective, as opposed to the perspective of Ponies!” Shade points out.

“I guess I should have expected as much..” I suggest; “and Changelings may not know everything Ponies know, while Ponies does not know everything Changelings know..!” I put forth; “I will simply have to investigate this material, in order to confirm what is and is not accurate!” I conclude.

“Thank you, Twilight..” Shade responds; “and I am sure you will be enjoying the investigation, for all it is worth..” she continues; “but please; make sure to invite some Ponies and Friends to aid in your investigation!” she concludes.

“Thank you, Shade; for reminding me, that would make the investigation more accurate!” I concede. (And possibly, more fun!)

Curiously enough; Luna never loses her interest, in the conversation I am keeping (maintaining).

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“While the book can not be copied, in its entirety; you can still copy pages, you can pass to the friends you intend to aid you in this investigation!” Shade points out. (These pages can even be combined into thematic collections, in the form of books...)

“So, I can collect all the pages containing factual information about: Ponies, Changelings and other Creatures (Be{e}ings) into a single book?” I inquire.

“Just as you could combine all the pages containing these Stories..” she elaborates.

“I should do this, first thing tomorrow..” I suggest; “just after breakfast, of course!” I add.

“Very practical..” Harmony puts forth; “and most helpful, I’d think!” she concludes.

“Yes, Twilight..” Shade agrees; “after breakfast..” she continues; “there is no point, in missing breakfast over this; a few minutes, or even a few hours will make no real difference here!” she concludes.

“Exactly!” Harmony confirms.

“Then this investigation is tabled..” I put forth; “until after breakfast.

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I take another step forwards. (It is quiet, maybe just a bit too quiet?) While I am not thinking of it, imagining my friends still trotting along; but slowly they fade out of focus.

"Clip clop, clip clop..” is heard, as I continue.

All of a sudden, a portal is slipping into focus. (Where did that come from?)

I am stepping through, only to find myself alone. I am in my bed room, my very own bed room. (I’m alone, but I don’t even notice it.)

“Clip clop., clip clop..” is heard, as I am taking the final steps up towards my bed.

I slowly fold the corner up against the wall, before I slip my hooves in under the quilt; laying myself to rest, before I gently fold the quilt down over myself.

Just as my head is hitting the pillow, my consciousness is fading away. (This dream is at an end.)

I had not even realized it, as if this had been the end of a very long day.

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Pass: "Faux Pas" Confirmed..

A New Day

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Choo Choo Choo - Ray..!!!