>You dream.
>And you dream of Vala.
>And she beckons you.
>She begs you to come with her.
>To the sunless lands.
>To the realm beyond life.
>And your heart aches dearly.
>Yes.
>You will go.
>You will embrace her once more.
>You will leave behind this world and all worlds.
>Just to be with her again.
>You reach out your hand.
>And she touches yours.
>And at once you know.
>This is no dream.
>It is deception.
>You are offended, angered, and hurt.
>You construct a sword and leap to strike.
>And then a lamp strikes you in the face.
>You are Anon Ymous of Rann, Green Lantern of Sector 2828.
>You are...were...sleeping on a couch above the Ponyville library.
>You have been awoken by the tried and true method of the shattering of a nearby lamp upon your head.
>And you have awoken to find yourself holding Ponyville librarian Twilight Sparkle by the neck, with a sword construct held to her throat.
>Your stance betrays an intention to slash said throat open.
>For a while, there is no sound in the house save for the snoring of Spike, Twilight's dragon assistant.
>You de-construct the sword and drop Twilight.
>You collapse on the couch muttering a string of apologies.
>Twilight's wheeze's interrupt her response.
>"No *hack*, seriously, it's okay.  I should've known better than to *cough* sneak up on somepony-person! I meant person! While they were sleeping...especially someone like you...I bet your training has you on edge constantly."
Yeah...sure...training...let's go with that.  Twilight, seriously, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you.
>"Did I not just say it was okay!  It was my fault in the first place and I know you didn't mean it, it's no big deal."
>...too trusting...WAY too trusting.
How?
>"What?"
How did you know I didn't mean it?  How do you know I don't want to kill you?
>"Oh, that's easy!  If you wanted me dead you and I wouldn't be talking like this right now..."
>Wow.
>Perhaps your life up till now has made you jaded, but this planet is way too naive for it's own goo-
>"...and I'm pretty sure that instead I'd be having Spike scrape your charred remains of the library wall."
>Holy shit.
>You didn't doubt she could do it either, she'd demonstrated her magic (if that's what they want to call it, so be it) to you earlier.
>She was quite powerful, she could easily give a GL a run for their money in a straight up fight.
>"Besides, this isn't what we should be discussing."
Oh yeah?  And what should we be talking about?
>"I think 'What you were muttering in your sleep' is a good topic."
>[DEFUSE NOW OR SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES]
>Holy crap Consince!  Could you do that quieter?
>[NO]
>Fine, dammit.  What happened to you?  Yesterday you were full of that "paragon of justice" stuff and now-
>[THAT IS IRRELEVANT. DEFUSE NOW. WE ARE NOT DEALING WITH THIS. ESPECIALLY NOT WITH A PONY CREATURE WE JUST MET]
>Good point.
>[SHUT UP BABY I KNOW I'M RIGHT]
Twilight...
>"Yes?"
I'm sorry if I woke you while you slept, I'll make an effort to keep quiet.
>Twilight frowns.
>"Anon, what are you trying to hide?"
Twilight?
>"Yeah?"
>If looks could kill, Twilight would be atomic dust right now with the grimmace you're giving her.
Drop it.
>"...okay."
>Your now very freaked out pony host makes her way back to her bed.
>Spike's snoring once more is the only sound in the house.
>You try to get comfortable on the couch and fall back asleep.
>Back to dreams.
>And to her.
 
THE FOLLOWING MORNING
 
>The sun dawns on a new day in Ponyville, and despite the stares you still sometimes get, the tensions in the town seem to have eased.
>Your presence is no longer disruptive, hooray for progress!
>"Seriously, where is she?!  She's already 30 minutes late!"
>You stand outside the library with Twilight, waiting for her friend to arrive to escort you into the upper atmosphere.
>Your conversation with Twilight last night seems to have been forgotten.
>Or at the very least, it's been swept under the rug.
>You'd have to be more careful tonight.
>There are sleeping dogs in your head and your heart that best be left to lie.
>As time drags on, you begin to share in your comrades impatience.
>Spike walks out of the house.
>"Hey Twi, hey Green Guy, still waiting huh?"
>"Yes!  Seriously, it's like she has no sense of responsibility."
>"Well you know how she is, see ya later!"
>"Wait, where are you off too?"
>"Didn't you hear?  Sugercube Corner is having a sale today!  I'm getting some of those 'gotta love 'em' cupcakes before they're all gone!"
>"'Gotta love 'em'?  Really?  Pinkie's losing her touch."
>"Actually...I don't think Pinkie's been around TOO make them, no one's seen her for two days."
>"Yeah, but she was ranting about parties two days ago, remember?  She's probably still making preparations or something?"
>"But it's never taken her this long before...even if she wanted to involve everyone in Ponyville..."
>"Spike, stop worrying.  It's Pinkie, I'm sure she can handle herself, whatever it is she's planning."
>This conversation is like Bolivoxian to you, even with your ring's translator.
>Your patience is reaching it's limits anyway.
>Where in Oa's name was this "Rainbow Dash" anyway?
 
MEANWHILE, IN THE SKIES OF EQUESTRIA
 
>You are Rainbow Dash.
>Fastest Pegasus in Equestria.
>Most awesome PONY in Equestria.
>And weather technician of considerable skill.
>And you're late.
>Again.
>Despite that fact that normally you'd struggle to find fucks to give about this, it has recently been impressed on you that your "Fastest Pegasus" title may be in jeopardy if you didn't keep your tardiness in check.
>As much as it pissed you off, the logic behind it was sound and you resolved to make an effort.
>An effort that has failed to blossom into anything.
>Fuck.
>What in Celestia's name was it gonna take for you to be on fucking time?!
>A lighting bolt and a shelf full of crime lab chemicals?!
>Where the fucking hell did that idea even come from?!
>FUCK!
>You should probably stop watching those Samuel Colt Jackson movies before you go to sleep.
>You should also probably not be distracted by your thoughts while flying at near Rainboom speeds.
>Es specially when on approach to Twilight's house.
>And especially now after you have just crashed head first into some Green thing in front of her house.
>Fuck that hurt.