> Dreaming again, you note.
> You are in your old room, on your old bed, under your new wife.
"Say, dear, would you mind getting off of me? Not that I don't enjoy this, but I probably should report to Luna."
> Frozen gets more comfortable.
"I told you, beloved. I am always the dominant one. Always."
> Time passes enjoyably, then someone knocks on the door.
> Frozen calls out in her soft voice,
"Come in."
> Luna opens the door, takes one look at you and Frozen, then shuts it.
> She then speaks, muffled by the door.
"We would appreciate it of thou wouldst compose thyself more modestly for our audience, Anonymous."
> You are about to reply when Frozen puts a hoof on your mouth.
"Princess Luna, surely thou hast seen many such scenes as this. Wilt thou not enter, and conduct thy business?"
> There is a long pause.
"Knowest thou not that I am the ruler of Dreaming?"
"My beloved is but single branded. I knoweth of the excesses of royalty."
> The door opens suddenly, revealing an angry Luna.
"I do not care for thy implications, Schneegeist. Thy husband hath obligations to Equestria, and no brazen display shall impede their observance!"
> Frozen takes her hoof off of your mouth.
"We are in agreement. Give thy report, beloved, for there are things I desire of thee afterward."
> Luna looks like she wants to say something, but decides against it.
> You shrug helplessly.
"As Celestia may have told you, Sombra had learned some humility. He also secured the services of a rock specialist, and I do believe he will start planting his first crop tomorrow."
> Luna nods abruptly, then leaves.
> You raise your eyebrows at Frozen.
"What was that all about?"
> She smiles smugly.
"Marking territory."
> You sigh.
"Was there something you wanted to show me, or am I to spend the entire dream pinned to my bed?"
> Frozen gets up leisurely.
"I do have one or two things of interest."
> You follow her into the library of your mind. A thought occurs to you.
"If these are my memories, why doesn't Luna just lick the recent books?"
> Unless she just wants to talk to you? You're not sure how you feel about that.
> Frozen points upward.
> Pages slowly float down from the ceiling, sorting themselves by section, you think.
"Your recent memories."
> What would happen if you thought of one of your recent memories?
> Certain activities come to mind, and one of the many pages glows a pale blue on its descent into... yes, the porn section.
> ... There is something you have to check.
 
> You set off towards the porn section, Frozen bemusedly trailing behind.
> You aren't totally surprised at what you find, but it still is disturbing.
"She /was/ spying on my sexytimes!"
> Frozen pats your shoulder comfortingly.
"You forget my nature. She may have been checking that I wasn't corrupting you while rutting."
> She's taking this surprisingly well, considering how she reacted to Maud.
"You... don't mind Luna spying on us?"
> Frozen nods.
"She is acceptable, and it was done with good reason. Now come, I truly have something to show you."
> You follow her up several staircases and across a walkway over a vat of ink.
> As you go higher, a distinct arboreal theme emerges, and soon a trapdoor opens out onto a forested roof.
> She leads you to the edge, and you rest your forehooves on the crenelations.
> Beyond the grounds of the library is a sheer drop off. Far below, lights and shadows roil and congregate, parting way only for indistinct grey giants.
"This is your subconscious mind. There is a vast potential there, and in time I will show you how to tap it. For now, look up."
> You do so, and see the night sky, full of stars.
> Then you see the stars move, and lines in the voids between, and at once the sky resolves into a writhing mass of tentacle, claw, bone, eye, maw, and endless fractals to mark the boundaries.
"Those are they who dwell outside, and are kept from interfering."
> A star falls, a small beacon surrounded by a writhing mass.
> One of the grey giants in your subconscious plucks it out of the air and eats it.
> You turn to Frozen, worried.
"And what just happened?"
"An elder dropped some inspiration for you. This is not the source of all ideas you have, but a good number of the strange ones begin like this, and rise as your mind digests them."
> This... This is a little too much.
"Can we go inside, now?"
> Frozen stares at you questioningly, but nods.
> You feel better after closing the trapdoor.
"That was intense."
> Frozen's eyes widen in understanding, and she hugs you reassuringly.
"Know that you will always be safe, as long as I am with you."
> You hold onto her, rocking gently.
> In time, you wake up.