Those shorts sound cool! I like the idea of a pegasus Up, Up, and Away. I have a lot of vivid dreams, which I frequently remember, so I can share a few...
Oh wow. Where to begin?
Most of my dreams feature toy ponies, usually me going to a thrift store and finding them. Sometimes they're rare ponies (like a whole bowl of piggies), sometimes desired ponies, and sometimes entirely new ponies. There are many outcomes for these scenarios, but usually the ponies aren't for sale despite having price stickers. Sometimes I can't efficiently move toward them, and, after dragging myself over to them, they've turned into fakies and McDonald's ponies. Sometimes I manage to grab them or maybe even buy them, then immediately wake up... I'll usually go about my business for a while before I finally fact-check it and realize it didn't happen. That always sucks.
Some new ponies my dreams have blessed me with:
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-a Fur-Real style singing/dancing G3.5 StarSong
-a Takara pony with a G3 head and pearly plastic (I think it was Twinkle Twirl)
-a G4 So Soft head on a G3.5 styling Pinkie Pie body, which was somehow perfectly show-accurate to FIM (dream logic)
-a Mint-in-Package Mimic fakie in Buttons' pose, which is how I identified it as a fakie as everything else looked legit. She was in a semicircular plastic packaging, the kind that's crimped along the edges and hard to open.
-several G3.5 styling Pinkies, in increasingly large sizes, at a Dollar Tree (I really wanted the largest one, about four feet tall)
-G3.5 brushable Mermaid Ponies, as well as plush versions
-a prototype of Tink-aTink-a-Too I, with more-detailed symbols on both sides (closer to Lulabelle's, but different from both), a magenta body (exacly the same as pre-Core 7 Toola-Roola), and different hair colors: instead of blue/pink/purple, she had blue/pink/purple/light pink (Lulabelle's pink)/purple/pink/blue; sometimes she also had a light pink forelock
-random generation-swapped ponies, for example, one that looks exactly like G1 Gusty but is somehow also a G3
There have been other dreams, though. One was just... bizarre, and happened to me when I was around sixteen. Fair warning, it sounds like a bad lost episode Creepypasta, but it was terrifying at the time. It's also longer than I intended, I'm not good at keeping things brief.
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I had just gotten my first two G3.5s, a Pinkie Pie and a Scootaloo, and was going through a rough time mentally (for reference, I was "dating" an Animal Crossing villager because I was convinced no one would ever love me). My grades were slipping, and I guess I needed something to blame it on. Subconsciously, I decided Scootaloo was haunted. The way my brain decided to reveal this conclusion to me was with a nightmare.
It was a poor-quality YouTube video, something I just knew. It started with a grainy, old cartoon, probably around '30s-'40s quality with faded colors. An anthropomorphic rabbit character wearing suspenders wakes up and gets ready for the day. Almost every inanimate object had a clown-like face, smiling and bouncing around to the cheery music. The rabbit walks to the road, where a car with a face comes to pick him up. He hops in and they go to their destination. The car is panting once they arrive, and the rabbit steps out. There, he sees a giant slide.
He climbs to the top, which is shot after shot of him climbing up, with an occasional shot that's not identical to all the others. The ascent goes from being comically long to just eerie.
Once he finally reaches the top, he predictably goes down the slide. Another series of short shots ensues, but with more variety. The slide has straight sections, zig-zag sections, loop-dee-loops, and gaps, with the same clown face on either side. The rabbit makes some "yay," "wheee," and "woohoo" sounds, but they're just the same sounds over and over. During the descent, the music becomes more repetitive, until it's just a few repeating notes.
Then come the images. They start as one-frame flashes, but slowly the cartoon fades out and it's just a series of them. They're images of old-timey anatomical sketches, dissected animals, deformed animals, the aftermath of life-altering injuries, and other things that don't make much sense in a bunny cartoon. This stuff would scare me online as a kid, but I was simultaneously fascinated, so I would look at things like this often (I promise it was more scientific and less serial-killer-y!). Well, some of them were jumpscares, with screeching violins or discordant organ cords suddenly playing with pop-ups that last longer than the rest of the images. The jumpscares increase in frequency, then slowly die down. Finally, one final jumpscare appears, with a poor-quality female scream accompanying an image of... my G3.5 Scootaloo. Talk about an anti-climax!
I woke up staring directly at Scootaloo, then promptly chucked her at a wall. It took a while for me to trust her again. She's fine, though, and is now one of my favorite ponies. I'm happy to report that I'm now in a better place than I was then ^.^
And now, my favorite. This one is hilarious in hindsight, but was quite scary initially. It's also longer than the last one.
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First of all, this dream had some placeholder names. Imagine that you wrote a story with a character referred to as "NAME." For all intents and purposes, they DO have a name, but there's no concrete audio in the gaps. I will give these characters names in quotes.
So, around this time in my life, I helped a lot in my church's nursery, thrifting with my mom to find books or toys that we could add to it. I was also on a G3.5 Mermaid kick, thinking of ways the ponies could have received their mermaid powers. I decided that the powers come from the necklaces they wear, since they are all unique.
In this dream, I am one entity that seamlessly switches from resembling me to being the entire Core 7. I am no specific pony, and they're all separate, but they're all me. I won't point out every time it switches, but take note that wherever I am, the ponies are too. Throughout the dream, the sky is completely covered in dark clouds, making the time of day ambiguous.
The dream starts at a beach, where the ponies see an aqua-green pony with yellow and bright reddish pink hair staring into the ocean. They approach her and she introduces herself as "Magic Waves." She says that they're just what she needs and gives each one a necklace like hers. They thank her, then she explains that her friend, "Storm," will pick them up later to activate them. She waves good-bye and jumps into the sea, where she becomes a mermaid and swims away.
I go to a birthday party, which is for one of the young kids in the church's nursery. They're renting a playhouse from the nursery (we don't rent things out in real life, and no such playhouse exists) which isn't working properly. My mother instructs me to fix it, and then I find that it takes D batteries. I have to go to the store to pick some up. The store is through a spooky forest.
The ponies discuss among themselves how impatient they are for "Storm's" arrival. They advance deeper into the forest, when some hand-like tree branches reach down and pick them up, gently setting them on a mossy treehouse-type platform. A disembodied voice speaks lovingly to them. The exchange goes something like this:
"Who are you?" Pinkie asks.
"I am 'Sylvia,' a forest spirit."
"Where are we?" (different pony)
"You are safe. You can meet my other children. This is 'Kyle' and the fur that he had when he was a kitten." The branches gesture to a cat skeleton, with a pile of fur next to it. The rest is implied to have rotted away. "Sylvia" doesn't understand that mortal creatures need to eat, or that they die, and won't let them leave to keep them "safe."
"Gee, I'm hungry." (I think this was Scootaloo)
"ABSOLUTELY NOT! You MAY NOT eat because it's NASTY!"
"What are you protecting us from, anyway?"
"From 'Storm.'"
"Who is 'Storm?'"
"An owl so big, it will make you cry."
Suddenly, the "camera" shows the house that the birthday party took place at. A giant owl, taller than the house, lands next to it. He beats his wings and screams... something. He's angry that he can't find the ponies. His voice is incredibly loud, and I immediately wake up. For a while, I was genuinely upset that the giant owl didn't turn me into a mermaid pony. Of course, as I woke up, I came to terms with it.
Well, those are quite long. Sorry for the trilogy of novels!