A/N: currently homeless and writing whenever I have the internet at Starbucks. Writing keeps me going at this point.

I've been homeless before, back when I had two feet, and bucking swear without my mouth auto-correcting to PG language. I don't know who in the hay turned on the censorship but, sugar cubes, it was annoying. It wasn't fun then and sure as hay was not fun now. The major difference between then and now? I had lived in a car and here, I did not have the luxury. Here, I'm somehow always tired and the rain matched my sour mood. Oh, one more thing - I'm bucking blind!

7 days ago

I could taste the water shifting from fresh to saltwater as I was gently awakened by a soft chorus similar to Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire's underwater egg scene. No idea what they were saying though since the language was foreign and unlike any I have ever heard spoken before. My brain slowly registered I was potentially drowning and instinct kicked in, making me thrash about helplessly inside something I was unable to describe. The chorus changed from a soothing tone to one of urgency. I felt whatever I was in, a cocoon maybe, move quickly. I tried opening my eyes, yet something was preventing me. I tried to move my hands and to my shock, I couldn't. I moved my limbs in a panic, attempting to figure out what the hay was going on. Wait. Hay? That was not what I wanted to say. Unintended rhyming was unintended.

I could faintly hear the familiar sounds of boats as I floated closer to the surface; the voice still apparently urging me to calm down as I tried to explore my body with my… limbs. Why did my hair feel longer I usually kept it? What was brushing against my legs?! Something provided gentle compression to dissuade me from delving further. I got the hint: stop and enjoy the ride, insert sarcasm here. With a mental growl, I mouthed the words, "let me go". The chorus laughed gleefully and I heard a pop. Oh shit, I was free of the bubble and gonna die from drowning. Sure, prevent me from moving but be all too happy to let me die. The moment I instinctively opened my mouth, the rush of saltwater filled it. Thrashing about, I scrambled in an attempt to breach the surface. However, my body was not cooperating. My limbs felt different from the ones I had been born with. I heard muffled screaming, while I sunk like a rock, and then someone diving. I couldn't understand their words, but the intent was clear: I was being rescued.

Several hours later, I had awoken in what felt like a bed and could hear the odd sound of hooves. You know, the typical clip-clop sound you'd hear while out horseback riding. I leaped out of bed and tried to stand on my own two feet. Yet, it felt unnatural and I tumbled awkwardly onto the floor. The commotion must have been loud because I heard two, what I could only assume to be, nurses rush into the room.

"Are you ok, dear?!" one of the nurses exclaimed.

I had no idea what she said, but given the context and her tone, it was not hard to piece it together. I shook my head, my oddly long hair getting in my face as I did so. With a groan, I focused on opening my eyes. To my relief, I was able to do so but that was short-lived. Everything was dark; I was blind! I screamed and leaped to my feet. Once again, I tried to stand on two feet and crashed onto my hospital bed.

"Mkay, that's weird," I muttered with a sigh as I felt my arms rest at an odd angle. 'Now I know how Sunset felt when she traveled from that parallel world to - wait…'

I bolted from bed, but this time, I tried all fours. It worked! I stomped my back hind leg and heard the clip-clop sound. I shook my head, mirroring the way a horse would do so. The pieces were clicking; it was both frightening and exciting. I could have screamed and panicked like Sci-Twi did when she visited Equestria for the first time; however, I was in a hospital and did not want to be here longer than I had to. Secondly, I was somehow blind and would potentially injure myself if I charged like a bull in a china shop. I must have looked weird to the nurses because I could feel their tension. I could not understand them; I did not speak Ponish. 'Would my words be magically translated like in many fanfictions I have read?'

"I'm sorry for startling you," I said, settling for a simple sentence.

"Um, what did you say?" the second nurse asked while fetching, by the sound of it my chart.

The tone said it all. There was a language barrier, on both bucking ends! Bucking? This is a load of horseshoes. What the hay?! Ugh, I give up. I snorted loudly, pawing the floor as I have seen horses do to express their distaste. Both nurses spoke to me in hushed tones, trying to do their jobs of calming me so they could examine me I guess. I wasn't having it. I went from being an abled human to somehow a disabled pony within several hours. Normally, a fan like myself would rejoice in being isekai'ed into their fandom's world, but not like this. I looked around, trying to display my urgency to leave. Instead, the nurses tried to herd me back to bed. This is so not my day.

'Do as they ask. Wait for the moment to leave.' I heard someone boom in my head.

I was too mentally drained to react to the voice. I just wanted to leave and hide somewhere. Reluctantly, I gave the nurses a small nod and climbed back into bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I drifted off but not before I heard the nurse team walkout, speaking to each other yet I still could not understand them.

"That was unexpected, doncha think?"

"Yeah, the poor dear seemed so confused. What language was she speaking?"

"I dunno. She'll be released tomorrow if everything goes well."

I felt myself floating aimlessly, still blind, and still a pony, but in what was my dream world. Clearly, the fictional world got things all jacked up cause I had read in several stories that beings could do whatever in their dreams. Yet, this was not a story and yet it was. I was a pony now, but I had no idea which race I was nor did I know the current timeline. I did not know if Luna had been freed by Twi or if Discord had been reformed by Fluttershy. Did the anti-cutie mark cult Starlight start still exist? So. Many. Questions.

"In due time, you shall discover your answers." the booming voice was back.

"What the fuck?!"

I can swear in my dreams, but not while I'm conscious. Perfect.

"Did you do this to me?! The hell? Turn me back!"

"I cannot for it was you who asked for your footsteps to be guided."

I blinked. "...who am I speaking with?"

The voice seemed pleased with the change in my behavior. "A friend."

I rolled my eyes. "I never said I wanted friends."

The voice chuckled. "I never said I was yours. In time, you will come to understand that kindness is a language the dumb can speak and the deaf, or in your case, the blind can hear and understand."

I peeled back my teeth in an attempt to snarl, but all that came out was a whinny. I wanted to hide underground. "Sure, cue the blind remarks."

"A light is still a light, even though the blind pony cannot see it." the voice chided.

"I have no idea what this is about, but as I said before: when I asked the Gods to guide me, this is not what I had in mind, " I replied with a sigh "may I at least see what I look like as a pony?"

"Mirrors were not made for the blind." the voice sounded sympathetic.

I groaned. "That'd be a no then."

Since this was my dream, I tried to shape it. I wanted to stand on the grass instead of floating around like an astronaut. From what I could remember from books, livid dreams were not second nature; they took time. I wasn't disappointed when nothing happened. With a sigh, I started moving my legs like a horse, to get used to the movement. Since two legs were no longer an option, might as well give me, myself, and I some dream physical therapy right? This went on for what it felt like several hours. Hopefully, I would not have four left feet when I woke up.

"Soooooo, am I gonna get answers instead of proverbs?" I asked after remaining quiet for ages.

"Remember, one raindrop raises the sea. Find the light, my dear, all things will become clear when you do." A second voice randomly called out as I could feel myself being pulled from the dream realm.

"Hey, I ain't done with ch'y'all!"

"Another time. Wake up."