Dear Reader,

Well, first I would like to say good morning. I yawned, I stretched, grabbed the quill and began to write.

Oh, excuse me, I just yawned again.

But that wasn't what I really want to tell you. No, I want to tell you about the dream I had. It was a really special dream, so I really want to tell you.

I fell asleep. It was dark at first, but then it became lighter. And the lighter it became, the foggier it got, so all I could see where those thick, white clouds.

Looking down, I couldn't even see my body. But it felt… really weird. As if was human again. But that was impossible – I didn't even know how I became a pony in the first place. But I think that doesn't matter in a dream, though.

I could hear voices emerge from the thick fog. They were laughing and talking, but I couldn't hear what they said. I tried to walk towards them, but as soon as I was in seeing and hearing distance, the fogs would become thicker and I couldn't hear them anymore.

That made me really, really, really nervous. Not nervicited, more like scared – nervous. You could say panic.

I began to run around. Now I've come to think of it, I was running on two legs – and the next moment at all fours – and then on two legs again. I didn't think of it back then, because I was so scared.

There were the voices again. I instantly recognized them – they were my parents.

But they weren't laughing anymore. They were screaming for me to run.

Their voices echoed all over the fog. Run. And I ran.

Run.

I ran the other direction, but I couldn't escape the maniacal laughter that seemed to come from everywhere.

Run.

The laughter slowly came closer, and closer…

Run.

But just at that moment when I was sure to see the face of the one who was laughing, the fog disappeared. It just went away, as if it was never there.

I could see that I was standing on grass. It was a huge field, with grass everywhere. The ground sloped down slowly from where I was standing, so it seemed like I was on top of a hill.

It was night, yet it wasn't dark. The moon and the stars gave so much light, that the grass bathed in a silver shimmer. I lifted up my arm – it was a purple hoof. I sighed, but I couldn't tell what kind of sigh it was.

Then, a voice spoke, a voice as smooth as the night itself.

"Fear not, my little pony."

I looked up to see a dark blue alicorn mare, flying towards me. Her mane was absolutely beautiful: they were as blue as the night sky, with all the stars in them.

"You are safe now."

I looked around. "Where am I? Is this a dream?"

She nodded. "Yes. This is a dream."

"What is your name?" I asked.

"I am Princess Luna," she answered.

I gasped in surprised, and wanted to bow, but she stopped me.

"Don't worry, my little pony. May I inquire your name?"

My voice shook as I answered. "M-my name i-is Civviq W-writer."

She nodded. "Where are you from?"

When she finished asking that, the fog suddenly returned, heavier than ever. We were both surprised. Quickly, she flapped her wings to get rid of the fog. She succeeded, but there were still a few strands left and they were multiplying by the second.

She then said her goodbyes.

"I don't have much time anymore. Take care, little filly, and keep your friends close. Don't worry about your past, for it will reveal itself in time."

She flew away, towards the moon. I still could see a glimpse of it, before It became too foggy to see.

But through the fog, I could see a road appear out of nowhere. It was a sandy road that went straight through the fields.

I could hear Luna's voice. "Follow the road to your future, and let it reveal your past."

I tried to run over the path, but quickly it became too foggy to even be able to see the road. I tripped, and when I stood on all fours again, faces appeared in the fog. Luna, Wing Noir, the salesponies in the village, the other ponies in the village, other faces of darker colored ponies I didn't recognize… and human faces...

The laughing had returned, but it all became dark. It was then, when woke up with a start.

I looked outside. It was still night, and I was too tired to reach for my notebook, so I fell asleep again. I didn't dream anything more I could remember or were worth remembering that night.

When I woke up again, the sun was shining through the dusty windows of the card. Wing Noir was already awake and preparing himself to leave.

And so, I grabbed my quill, inkpot and notebook and jotted this down.

So, this was my dream. I don't know what to think of it, so maybe you do? I hope so. If it keeps returning, well… But what am I worrying about. It probably won't.