Diary Entry - Twilight's Notes: Strange Dreams
I haven't really wanted to talk about it, and writing it felt like too much of an acknowledgement. But, I've been having these nightmares. Ever since I was bitten my sleep is plagued by dreams of gnashing teeth and glaring eyes. Distant voices repeating over, and over, and over again. I'm a little scared. And that isn't all, before the autopsy I tried to get some sleep. Just a little, just so I had my wits about me. But... When I drifted off, I heard a horrible sound. I was in a dark room, a sliver of light shining from beneath a door and the faintest glow of a cloud-covered moon coming in from the window. The room smelled acrid, stale. And the screaming.. By Celestia the screaming. I could barely see them, pounding at the door, crying out in what sounded like rage and pain. I could feel vibrations in the floor from the sheer force of the pony beating and slamming and pounding with such desperation. They Glowed. Veins of green light swarmed up this stranger's legs, the ones on the front legs stretching up their throat and into their eyes. It was horrible, but I couldn't look away. It felt so real, like I was there. After what felt like forever the pony slumped against the door and stared with wide, infected eyes glazed over. All I could hear after that were the pony's heavy breathing, and loud sobs coming from the other side of the door. It sounded like a foal, crying "mama, mama." With such sadness that my heart broke from the sound. Then I woke up, and I felt worse than I did before I went to sleep. I don't know what to do. Why am I having such strange dreams? Something is telling me that I won't find out staying in this containment room. I need to get back to work. I'm still scared, fearful of what might happen. What if I'm a carrier, I wonder? But the others are concerned and those helping me in the lab look more and more exhausted with each day. I have to do something. And Celestia sent word that she is flying in from Canterlot, only for a day, and only for us to swap our information face-to-face. I need to at least pretend to be at my best for that. She's been worried about me, she says. I just want this nightmare to end.













