Title:           Dreamin' Equestria - 3160 Intro to Dreaming
Author:          iamabore
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First Edit:      Thursday 31st of May 2012 07:27:03 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 31st of May 2012 07:27:03 PM CDT

Dreamin' Equestria - 3160 Intro to Dreaming
 
>You wake up, roll out of bed and sit there.
>You look down at your hands and clench and unclench them.
>You sigh and get up, flicking the alarm on your clock to off.
>Today was an off day from your shitty job, but you had an appointment with your Psychiatrist.
>Your anti-depressants weren't doing the trick anymore.
>You felt like you were just digging yourself further into a dark hole.
>You get up, your feet instantly freezing as they hit the floor.
>You really should buy slippers....
>Routine.
>Always told that routines were bad and only hurt you in the long run.
>Well, you were in one.
>Wake up.
>Shit.
>Shower.
>Shave.
>Brush teeth, 139 times for each and every tooth.
>And finally dress for work.
>You ate a breakfast bar as you walked to....
>You almost got on the bus that would take you to work.
>You were off today... you had to go to the doctors office.
>Routines weren't that awesome.
 
>The bus ride was uneventful.
>Few people were going out this way, which gave you room to breath.
>After a short bus ride you depart and stand outside, staring at your reflection in the glass.
>D. S. Corteä, M.D. written in large white block letters over your head.
>You sigh to yourself then enter the stark white building.
>"Please sign in and we will be with you shortly."
"I-i have an app-"
>"Sign in. We will be with you shortly."
>She cut you off, gesturing to a clipboard with an empty list.
>You sign your name quickly and then take your seat, not wanting her to yell at you again.
>Crossing your legs, you grab a magazine and then attempt to read it.
>"Sir, Dr. Corteä will see you now."
>You grunt in acknowledgement, not wanting to speak to her.
>She leads you through a maze, it seemed to be longer than the office building, but you kept quiet and followed her.
>Finally she stopped at an unmarked door and opened it, gesturing you inside.
>"Welcome, Anonymous! It's so good to see you. Please, please sit."
>Dr. Corteä gestures to an open seat.
>You take a seat and blink.
>Your eyes open to the sunlight and you find yourself walking into the afternoon sun.
"Wh-what?"
>You turn around, in an attempt to go back to the doctors office.
>The Disorderly is turning the sign from 'Open' to 'Closed.'
>You shake your head and head off back towards home.
 
>The bus was empty, it was past time that everyone was already home.
>Having dinner with their families.
>Generally enjoying themselves.
>While you just sat there.
>Alone.
>TV dinner.
>Nothing on the 500 channels.
>Luckily, you have the internet.
>There is always something going on, on the internet.
>4chan, youtube, video games.
>Anything you might want to be.
>But none of it made you happy.
>If anything it just added to your depression.
>With a sigh, you grabbed the new bottle of pills.
"Equintalaxel, huh... sounds... like horses...."
>You open the lid, and your nose is assaulted by a strange scent.
"Why do pills always have to smell like shit.... Take two before bed."
>With a shrug you pop two pills into your mouth and wash them down with some water.
>It was as if someone stole all of your energy.
>You found yourself falling asleep standing up.
>Making your way to your bed, you threw the covers back and fell face first onto you pillow.
>Asleep before you hit.