Author's Notes:

Three days until the Friendship Games.

Lemon woke up, her hair slightly frazzled. "Gah. If I never have another nightmare like the one from last night again, it'll be too soon!" She made a sputtering noise, then decided to take a shower. I hope Sour won't go off the deep end when I tell her about my dream...I feel like she has a right to know, after all.

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"Hey, parentals!" said Lemon once she was fully dressed.

"Hey, kiddo. Feeling better after last night?" asked her dad.

"Yeah." said Lemon. "That was a doozy of a nightmare..."

"Sure sounds like it." said Florid.

Lemon sighed. "I'm worried that'll be the first of many..."

"Don't worry, Lemon. We'll be here for you if and when you do." Citrus smiled and placed a reassuring hand on his daughter's arm.

Lemon smiled. "I know. That's why I love you guys so much."

Florid leaned in and kissed Lemon on the cheek. "And we love you too. Lunch is in the fridge as usual. Have a great day!"

"You bet I will, parentals!" beamed Lemon.

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As Lemon boarded the bus, she sent a text to Sour.

Hey Sour, got a minute before classes? - Sent by Lemon Zest

Is everything okay? - Sent by Sour Sweet

Honestly, I don't know. I just had a dream that I want to tell you about... - Sent by Lemon Zest

Are you sure you can't just text it to me? - Sent by Sour Sweet

I'd rather speak to you about it face to face, if that's okay with you. - Sent by Lemon Zest

If you insist. - Sent by Sour Sweet

I do. Thank you for understanding. - Sent by Lemon Zest

Hey. What are friends for? - Sent by Sour Sweet

Satisfied, Lemon decided to put her phone on shuffle for music. A song started. Huh. Not what I had in mind, but whatever. She closed her eyes and put her hands behind her head as the bus neared Crystal Prep.

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Once the bus came to a complete stop, Lemon opened her eyes to see Crystal Prep. "Time to pucker up and fuck her up!" she said, stretching. She walked towards the entrance, and was stopped by an arm holding her back. Lemon turned around to see Sour Sweet, with a concerned look on her face.

"Hey." Sour said. "What's wrong?"

Lemon took a deep breath, then told Sour all about her dream.

Sour stared at her, her jaw agape.

Lemon raised her hands and put them in front of her. "It's not a reflection of how I see you as a person!" she said, panic in her voice.

Sour blinked. "I can understand why you would think that, but why are you freaking out on me?"

Lemon sighed. "I'm sorry, I just don't want to lose you as a friend."

Sour suppressed a laugh. "Come on, I'm not going to call off our friendship over a dream about you killing me."

Lemon smiled. "You're not?"

"Of course not!" said Sour. "I have dreams about killing people all the time!"

Lemon blinked.

Sour laughed sheepishly. "Yeah...pretend you didn't hear that."

They shared a laugh.

"Your dream just means you feel guilty about the figurative and literal blood on your hands from our fight on Saturday." said Sour.

Lemon rolled her eyes. "Obviously."

"Then why did you want to talk to me about it?" asked Sour.

Lemon shrugged. "I just felt compelled to tell you. That you should know about it. Because I felt that if I didn't, that'd be lying by omission in my book."

"Well I'm touched you'd go out of your way to tell me about it." Sour smiled. "But I have to get going. See you later?"

Lemon smiled. "See you later."

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Lemon walked the halls of Crystal Prep Academy, wandering and people watching before the first class of the day. "Whoa!" she said as she nearly bumped into Twilight.

"Sorry about that, Lemon. I was engrossed in my own little world." Twilight laughed sheepishly. She looked at Lemon. "You look like you have something on your mind."

Lemon put the palm of her hand on her forehead. "Twilight...remind me to never play poker. With anyone."

Twilight blinked.

"Nevermind." said Lemon.

"So what's on your mind then?" asked Twilight.

Lemon told Twilight about her nightmare, waking up from it and her parents comforting her.

"Wow." said Twilight. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised. I'd react the same way too!" she said.

"Yeah, but have you ever had someone else's blood on your hands? And not just figuratively?" asked Lemon.

"No...I can't say that I have. And no offense, but I plan to keep it that way." said Twilight.

Lemon smiled. "None taken." she thought for a moment. "Hey, you're one of the smarter students around here..."

Twilight blushed at the compliment.

"You wouldn't happen to know any way of getting the nightmares to stop, do you? I'd rather try to avoid them in the future if I can help it." said Lemon.

"I'm sorry, I wouldn't." Twilight frowned. "I haven't quite studied dreams as often as I study scientific subjects." She stroked her chin thoughtfully. "So much to study, so little time..."

"Isn't there such a thing as sleep science?" asked Lemon.

"No, I think that's a brand name for memory foam mattresses." said Twilight.

Lemon made a sputtering noise. "Wait." she said, giving Twilight a confused look. "How do you know that?"

"I stumbled upon that when I used a search engine and typed up 'sleep science'. Honestly, it's kind of ridiculous that in the pursuit of knowledge I often get directed to commercial websites."

Lemon simply stared at Twilight.

Twilight laughed from embarrassment. "I kind of got off track there...sorry I couldn't be of more help." said Twilight.

"Don't worry, Twilight." Lemon smiled. "Your willingness to help is help in and of itself."

Twilight smiled. "Well then, glad I could help!" she said as the bell for the first period of the day rang. "Oops! Time for class! See you later, Lemon!"

Lemon waved. "Later, Twilight!" And went to first period class.