The fire is out, the ash sits upon the boutique floor as Rarity tries futilely to get some sleep. She thinks, thinks with much of her soul that the worst thing right now is her not to get any sleep. After all, she reasoned, if she didn't get sleep, her mind wouldn't be as sharp tomorrow. She needed this, so she could figure out a way to save her friends. She tosses and turns and tries to get comfortable. Somehow, she needed to fall asleep. She finally figures out to just curl up in a semi-circle and shut her eyes tightly.

Her eyes just sort of loosen up as she descends into the night cycle...

There were flashes, fleeting images of death and blood. A horrid expanse of terror as it slowly rolls over the air, the air made rank with its presence. The terror of the industry had made itself quite comfortable in Rarity's dream.

Rarity's heart starts to race. She perspires... starts breathing in and out. In and out. In and... gasps, hooves shake and her eyes twitch as her eyes beam from corner to corner of her eyes. The colours. The colours of the sights blended together and morphed into others. The first was purple, with one reddish streak.

The reddish streak dripped and ran like a bubbling brook. It fell within a pool and became a rancid yellow pond scum that rose pink steam and fog. Rarity choked as she walked through this swampland. Trees appeared.

The trees were the colour of themselves, but at the top of the tallest tree, was a shape, a shape that from the ground was unrecognizable. But Rarity knew exactly what it was. It came closer into view. It had no head.

The trees melted into the ground in a wide expanse of orange and yellow, yellow from the steam, whisked Rarity away from it all. Then there was the pink sky.

It rained bullets of bright pink colour upon the teary-eyed Rarity. The pink slime melded with her coat and mane and tears. The overcast of the lighter pink betrayed a happy note. There was nothing to do with joy or a jovial spirit in that dream. The pink happy clouds gave way its true nature and stormed the colour of blood. It swallowed the ground, the dirt flew into it, a revolting concoction of blood and mud, the likes of which were teeming with the worst of the natural disorders, making it's home in her body. Invading it, the blood poured itself into Rarity's mouth, drowning her. she screamed, but there was no breath.... no breath, but the white air still escaped her lips...

And at last her eyes lay open, glaring through the darkness. she turned the other way, to find Fluttershy, mutilated with several fatal lacerations, quivering and gagging in her bed. Rarity had fallen back into the night cycle.

Fluttershy rose up. And with a voice somewhat unlike her own...

"It wasn't your fault Rarity. It was mine."

Rarity protested, "N-no... Fluttershy... darling... ... It was my fault. It will be! I'll know what happens... if I do nothing... you'll die!!"

"I am fine with it." Blood poured from her mouth. She continues. "It isn't that bad. Besides, you die too right? We can be together forever."

"... No. No! This isn't you, Fluttershy! I promise I'll save you! I promise I'll protect everypony from that dreadful monster!"

"Rarity. What monster. There is no monster."

"... What. What are you talking about. You're in my head, you know what I am talking about! The thing! The floating thing that will tear us apart! It must be stopped. I must be at my best tomorrow... so... so... LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"

And Rarity slept until the daylight broke the night cycle.

Author's Note

Man. Man. Man. I had the WORST writer's block. And now it's worse... I want to do something with her dreams... I'll just... daydream for a while... it's over now. :D