So a night ago I had a dream I was actually a pony in a desert town and there was this odd even that happens each night, you can get attacked by these glowing red and black looking weasels. I went to a party and it had a lot of games, I lost of course along with a couple of other contestants.
My objective now was to get back home in one piece. So I left in the middle of the night and I thought I can hide in a shack and be ok and of course I was wrong. There was a tv I watched before the weasels found me and it should new news about others being attacked by the mystery weasels. After this broadcast I was attacked and so I trotted the fastest I could trying to find a city or some sort of civilization.
I pounded on doors and yelled for help, some of those houses were raided by the weasels themselves. I continued to ran and also a beat kicked into a song and metal music riffs and I remember making a awesome rap metal song (nu-metal) about someone needing to rescue me and take me home. (Can’t remember the lyrics though.)
Anyway I kept running and then I ran into a human kid (or teen I guess) driving a truck. He knew I was scared. He stopped the truck and came out, I was begging him for help, he thought the weasel thing was some infection and I caught it so he pulled a shotgun and pointed it at me and I convinced him otherwise and told him what was broadcasted. (He also shot a window.)
So he took me in his truck before the weasels arrived and we drove to this lab. We thought it was abandoned and we stuck together and opened up these rooms and we saw two other ponies laying on lab beds sleeping and we woke them up. One was green and wore a gothic like armored outfit and the other one looked like a scientist, wearing a lab coat. They left a computer monitor on and told us, they themselves are awaiting help.
The lab coat pony then said something about Princess Celestia trying to ensure the desert land will be cleared and the mystery will be solved and propaganda on the monitor was planning requesting help and showing possible outcomes. This scared us all, they shared food with us and even some juice. I asked them, “so are they the only ponies here or what?”
The two looked at each other and the lab coat pony smiled and said “well we can’t be sure exactly but we think we are the only two ponies.” And she also mentioned about how the lab itself had been attacked. We just wanted until morning. I remember talking with the green goth pony as well on a conversation I couldn’t remember, just staring out a armored bulletproof window, with shutters, until morning, we were safe in that barricaded lab room, it steel lock doors and everything.