Extra Log #2 - Part Three

When one person so happens to wake up in a place where he's not supposed to be, then unexpectedly discovers there's an alicorn sitting on his brown antique of a couch, he would surely stamp that as nothing more than a dream.  And this wasn't just any average alicorn, either.  Frankly it was Celestia's younger sister, Luna, the Princess of the Night, the pony who lowers and raises the moon.  When I closely observed her hair's anatomy, hers and Celestia's sparkling manes were very alike.  Only one consisted color patterns like the rainbow while the other was as extravagant as the night itself.

     After our first exchange of words (while I had made a fool of myself during that time), I settled down next to her on the far left end of the couch and asked a question regarding to what was at hand.  Turned out this was indeed all just a dream based off of a past memory.  Luna explained this was her doing with the use of her magic; a unique spell which creates an alternate reality parallel to a dream.  Almost like a virtual game, except powered by magic.  But the touching, sensing and smelling were astonishingly genuine!  Earlier when I was washing my hands with warm water, I felt the warmth!  As for the orange-scented soap?  I actually smelled the fruity aroma!  The distinct sound of the television?  Nothing different from what I could tell.

     There were, however, complications on how this seemingly differed from a standard dream, so I'll kindly spare the entire conversation and skim to what's really important.

     "So, what exactly are you here for?" I inquired, my feet kicked up on the coffee table as I maintained eye contact to hers.

     Luna turned her gaze to me, cracking a friendly smirk.  Something that I should've been suspicious about, but didn't catch onto.  "Not necessarily any reason.  But my sister has spoken of you around me, and it piqued my curiosity.  I have asked of her and there wasn't much information about you.  All I have learned was that you're a human named Rick from another world.  Is that correct?"

     "Not much information about me, huh?" I crossed my arms, intrigued by this.  "Well I suppose if you're actually here to learn a thing or two about me, I'll be obliged to answer several of those questions.  I'll answer that first one for starters.  Yes.  I'm what you call a homosapien, a technical term meaning for human.  And I indeed came from a planet properly known as Earth.  A homeworld where me and my whole kind live."

     "Interesting," muttered Luna as she stroked her chin with the base of her right foreleg leisurely.  "Judging from your, er..." She then trailed off to a split second of silence.  Her eyes temporarily glanced at the ground, shifting left to right at a moderate pace.  She was trying to think of a word that wouldn't sound farfetched or offensive-like.  "Appearance," Luna continued, "are you in any relation to a primate?"

     "A pretty common thing to talk about, really," I quickly replied, expectant what one of her questions would end up being.  Every movie I had seen where a human falls into an alien planet, it's always with the cliche 'humans looking like apes' concept.  "We may share DNA and that bunch of nonsense, but that doesn't typically mean we share the same intellect."

     "You share similar traits with a species, yet you treat them as inferiors?" Luna asked.

     "In my world, we treat every animal like "inferiors"," I said, using a 'finger quote' gesture at the last word.  "Say like, dogs, cats, and other sort of animal - we cater them as pets and lock them up in cages and stuff.  There are people out there who experiment them for scientific purposes."

     She paused for a moment.  "Define what your kind actually do for these "scientific purposes"," she then did the impression of a 'finger quote' gesture with her hooves.

     "Probably to discover cures for illnesses or whatever.  There are other things I should not say what they do as they it might sound appalling." I replied.

     "Very well," Luna nodded.  "Then let's go ahead and discuss something else like..." she held her words as she stretched one of her hooves out and pointed it directly at my television monitor, "this.  Is it some sort of magical, portal device?"

     "A-ha-ha!" I chuckled while reaching for the television remote.

     Luna cocked a confused brow at my childish response.  "Why are you laughing at my question?  Was it that amusing?"

     "You'll have to pardon me.  It's just that you're the first to have ever asked that.  'A magical portal device', good one." I mockingly snorted.  Luna, on the other hand, didn't find that funny at the slightest.  Shortly after noticing her stern look, I sat back up and cleared my throat.  "Anyway," I began, "this thing here is called a television.

     Saying that, it seemed Luna was becoming more fascinated.  "A tell-a-vision?  Elaborate, if you please?"

     "It's an electronic device often used for visual entertainment, information or education.  It receives signals from several stations and broadcasts them globally."

     I blame the years of watching television for that answer.  Sometimes there are many dull things in life compared to cartoons.  That's why I watch them; cartoons were what made life somewhat more... cheery (if that's the word to put it) and they kept me going since.  And I found it quite funny that I was living in one.

     Luna still bore the look of confusion on her composure, unable to fully grasp the gist of everything I had just said.

     I refrained the urge to face palm and instead hoisted the remote and pointed it at the flat-screen monitor.  "You'll probably better understand it if we watch another cartoon episode.  Here, why not we watch some..." I trailed off for a moment, looking at the programs that were available at the time.  Considering this was based on a past memory, I couldn't help but notice the scheduled programs listed on 'Comcast's Guide'.  Some of the names were easily readable and recognizable such as: Ed, Edd 'n' Eddy, Courage the Cowardly Dog, Kids Next Door (given those are my all-time favorites).  Others were blurred out that they were quite impossible to decipher.  This was, after all, a supposed dream, and based on several facts I've read on about the human mind; when dreaming, things will appear and act a bit out of the ordinary, very much like how a person wouldn't see him or herself in a mirror.

     I bothered clicking on the next episode of Ed, Edd 'n' Eddy.  The screen slowly came alive as the memorized cartoon's theme played.  It was nostalgia all over again, and my lips couldn't help but perk a small smile.

     "This is a prime example of 'good' cartoons," I started.  "A shame it got cancelled right after they made a movie of it."

     "Cancelled?" Luna questioned.  "As in discontinued?"

     "Yeah," I replied. "Not exactly sure why.  But it sure was heck of a blast watching every single season of the series."

     "I know it seems a bother of me to ask this but explain to me abo-"

     Before she could speak any further, I stretched an arm out to stifle her for just a moment.  "Hold on," I interrupted, "this is one of my favorite parts!"

     On the screen there was Eddy, the shortest kid of the trio, with a square head so flat you could practically stand a glass on top of it, carrying some sort of machine strapped to his back, holding a hose of some sort.

     "What's a winter without a snow job, eh sockhead?  Get it?  Snow job!"  Eddy repeated, ensuring that his skinny yet brilliant friend, Double D (his name's actually Edd, but since there's another 'Ed', they preferred pronouncing him 'Double D' to prevent any confusion) got the joke.

     This was where I started snickering uncontrollably.  No matter how many times this was seen, the jokes never got old.  I was very thankful I grew up to this generation of cartoons before Cartoon Network decided to air some garbage that you'd call cartoon television.  'Adventure Time' and 'Regular Show' weren't that bad, actually.  It's programs like 'Johnny Test' that make me want to throw up.  So bad of a show, I would throw up twice just to clarify my hatred towards it.

     In unison, Luna laughed with.  I wasn't certain if it was because she literally understood it, or she didn't want to be that "person in the crowd" and be left out.  Aside from her being a pony, it felt quite nice having somebody around to talk cartoons with.  She was having fun, and I was having fun.  I guess you could say... that I enjoyed having company despite my cynical behavior.

     As time went on, hour after hour, we both had a delightful time watching television.  Even if it's just ran on by memory, it was still a great time.

     After a while (ten episodes to be precise), Luna stretched her hooves wide and exhaled a tired yawn.  "Well, Rick, it sure has been pleasant spending some time with you, but I must now depart for my time here is at an end."

     "Really?" I said while getting up from the couch, arching my back until a resounding pop happened.  "Jeez, time sure flies by."  I weakly groaned.  "I also agree that's been fun.  And that's saying something."

      "Hm, hm," Luna hummingly chuckled.  "Well, I guess this is goodbye.  Again, it's been a pleasure speaking to you.  Perhaps next week I'll pay another visit." She said with a playful wink.

     "I'll be looking forward to it, then.  See you later."

     Waving farewell, the alicorn's horn brimmed with a magical aura and in a flash... she was gone.

     This was definitely going to be a dream worth writing down...