(my real name here) 2011.6.25

Woke up again at 4:37 from another dream with ponies in it. An interesting experience to say the least. This universe which has given me almost childlike joy from its nostalgic experience, in such a real way. I will now transcribe it here.

I was leaning my body agaisn't a wall, relaxing nonchalantly. The wind blowing smoothly through the empty streets around me. I pushed off with my entire body and started running down the middle of the street, faster and faster. The fashion in which I ran was utterly alien to me, but it worked. A sort of tugging sensation on my back alerted me that I was moving fast enough, and with a series of short muscle contractions I shot up over the town. My hooves pointed infront of me, my wings flapping fast.

It was unlike other flying dreams, where flying was simply the absence of gravity's effect. Here I was making a constant effort to stay afloat. Clouds drifted past me as I flew, I collided with one. Only to have it give like a piece of moist cloth when I touched it. A tear formed in it and it dissipated into lots of small cloudlets that flew away from me. I laughed and started flying higher. I kept going, up through the sky. Soon i hit the sky, which was like a huge blue rubber sheet. Covering the world. In the shock I forgot to flap and fell. The speed at which i did so was amazing, my entire strange body shook. The ground closed up to me when i was suddenly caught. Looking up at my savior I saw a Greenish blue pegasus, holding me by hooking his hooves under my shoulders. He looked down at me and shook his head before depositing me on the ground.

I sat there then, the soft feeling of grass on my prosterior soothing. I lay down, my legs all spread out, wanting to get as much grass agaisn't me as possible. When the entire feeling changed, I could hear different sounds. Feel a sort of cloth above me, and that while I could see I had my eyes closed. So I opened my eyes again and was in my bed.

Begynner å bli sliten i hånden av all denne skrivingen, skal prøve å sove igjen.

(This diary was originaly in norwegian on paper, I only kept the last line in norwegian for authenticity)