Somewhere Beyond the Infinite

Pinkie found herself standing in the middle of a black… void. There was nothing visible as far as she could see.
“Hello!” she yelled into the nothingness. The only reply she got was the echoing of her voice.
“Am I dead?” she asked herself.
“No you are not,” said a deep and regal voice from behind her. Pinkie instantly recognized that voice. Turning around, she saw Princess Luna sitting at a tea table that was obviously set for two.
“Princess Luna! What are you doing here? Where are we?”
“My friend, please sit down. I will explain everything that has happened in due time. Please be seated,” said Luna, gesturing to the seat across from her.
Pinkie Pie did as she was told and sat at attention, ready for Luna to begin explaining.
“We are currently located in the realm between dreams. I travel here while I’m resting from interfering with ponies dreams.”
Interrupting, Pinkie asked, “So everything that just happened was a dream?”
“That is correct Ms. Pie.”
Pinkie let out an audible sigh of relief. She had been afraid that all of the horrid things her dream version had done were real.
“Thank goodness none of that was real,” said Pinkie to the Princess of the Night.
“Not yet at least,” said Luna ominousely.
“What do you mean?” asked Pinkie, perplexed.
“I created that dream in order to show you a possible future that could happen if you don’t get help for your various mental problems.”
“I wouldn’t do that!” shouted Pinkie defensively, angered at the insinuation that she was a violent mental patient.
“I never said that you would. However, if you continue to slide into madness, you don’t know what you might do to others or to yourself.”
“You mean to tell me that you’re the one that created all of these dreams in order to scare me into checking myself into some mental hospital.”
“No, I was only trying to show you why you need help. I’m sorry for-,” said Luna, stammering out an excuse for her invasion of Pinkie’s dreams.
“You’d better be sorry buster! I’m never going back! Ever! I was taken advantage of before and I will never let anyone ever put me into that same situation ever again! Do you understand me, Princess! I’m not a nutcase!” screamed Pinkie Pie, her eyes piercing through Luna’s veneer of moral superiority.
“I-I’m sorry Pinkie. It was wrong of me to scare you like that. Forgive me. I was just trying to help-”
“Well don’t! No one wants your ‘help!’ You invade everypony's dreams and try to manipulate their innermost thoughts to teach them some sort of lesson! Just stay out of other people’s lives for a change and mind your own dang business!”
Luna didn’t respond to this. Instead she got up and ran off into the distance crying. Eventually she disappeared as she slipped over some sort of an invisible horizon.
“And don’t come back!” yelled Pinkie, the normally joyful pony harbouring no mercy for the Canterlot princess who had just put her through a seemingly endless emotional ordeal.
Sitting down on her haunches, Pinkie thought over what she had just said to the second most powerful pony in the land.
“She deserved that after what she put me through.” thought Pinkie Pie to herself. Instantly, she was filled with remorse over that thought and everything she had uttered to Luna during her tirade. She hadn’t meant to hurt Luna. She had just been scared of confronting her problems and had projected her fears onto Luna.
“Oh Celestia have mercy on me,” she thought to herself, issuing forth a prayer for forgiveness to the Solar Princess.
Suddenly, the reality around came to an end as her alarm clock snapped her out of her sleep.
Crawling out of bed, Pinkie walked over to the bathroom. Sitting down on the toilet, she contemplated what had happened the previous night.
“What will I do?” asked Pinkie to herself, contemplating what course of action to take going forward.
On one hand, she could follow Luna’s advice and go and see a psychologist about her problems. But that would entail the risk of being potentially sent to a mental hospital if they deemed her too much of a psychotic. She didn’t want that. She wanted to live out her life as an independent pony who made others laugh.
“Then it’s settled” said Pinkie Pie as she rose off of the toilet seat. “I shall keep calm and carry on.”
With that she committed herself to a path that would forever change the course of her life. Whether or not that would be for the better remained to be seen.