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Pony Corral / My creepy pony dream...be warned! o_O I need consolation hugs...
« on: May 12, 2012, 11:09:56 AM »
Once upon a time, just a few weeks ago...I have no idea what sparked this dream, but I certainly don't want to relive it. 
Somehow I was on a mountain. Really snowy, high altitude...apparently I was sledding or something with my brothers. There was a medium density of pine trees, but...well, the overall feeling of the place freaked me out. Like in a horror movie. It was about midday, so it wasn't darkness that made me shiver. I crossed paths with one of my younger brothers, but he went on to the next ridge. I was trudging along, crouching and cowering like something massive was about to leap out at me...
Then I saw a pony. On a rock almost fully buried in the snow. Somewhere under a pine tree (sort of). It was some kind of international G1 Applejack--I'm no good at identifying nirvanas, but I knew in my gut that she was real and rare. As quietly as I could, I snatched her up and tucked her under my coat, despite those creepy (almost real) staring eyes. o_O
I kept walking along, downhill (working towards the west), when I spotted another creepy nirvana Applejack staring at me from behind a tree. Despite my brain screaming at me to turn back, I pressed on...and over the course of minutes, the mountain was dotted with half-hidden nirvanas and incomplete prototypes (not only Applejack). As much as Applejack was once in abundance, I started to notice Windy Wings and flutters, particularly Cool Breeze. I snatched up as many as possible, knowing that soon I would have to run (from who-knows-what) and get the heck out of there. The trees began to thin out and the ponies became more menacing. I was ready to race away, but I didn't.
A dark, horrible ramshackle hut (like seen in a horror movie) seemed to materialize out of the clearing. There were ponies almost every two feet surrounding the hut--all G1s, extremely rare, and terribly tantalizing. There were no birds singing; just pure silence. Again, I snatched up as many as possible, then, just as I felt a shadow cross the clearing, I bolted.
The ponies still stared.
It was at that point that I was in my bedroom (where I used to live, up in MI), gasping for breath and tenderly setting the ponies down on my second bed. That was when I started having my doubts about stealing the ponies. They were like evil sentinels, minions of whatever evil resided in the dilapidated hut. The ponies still stared with evil eyes, and I knew that the shadowy monster knew where they were, and would never stop searching for them.
The next part of my dream was hazy, but the most of what I remember is this--for the first time in my life, I was TERRIFIED of ponies. But as much as they made me want to shy away, it was as if a force was reminding me how rare they were, and how much I had wanted such ponies. But when I tried to hide them (I could feel the pressing darkness), I think I remember them speaking to me in a deranged chorus...something like "Bring us back...you will be punished...!" o_O
I will never, EVER, look at nirvanas and prototypes the same way again.
*snif* I need some pony hugs. NOT EVIL PONY HUGS. PLEASE!!
Somehow I was on a mountain. Really snowy, high altitude...apparently I was sledding or something with my brothers. There was a medium density of pine trees, but...well, the overall feeling of the place freaked me out. Like in a horror movie. It was about midday, so it wasn't darkness that made me shiver. I crossed paths with one of my younger brothers, but he went on to the next ridge. I was trudging along, crouching and cowering like something massive was about to leap out at me...
Then I saw a pony. On a rock almost fully buried in the snow. Somewhere under a pine tree (sort of). It was some kind of international G1 Applejack--I'm no good at identifying nirvanas, but I knew in my gut that she was real and rare. As quietly as I could, I snatched her up and tucked her under my coat, despite those creepy (almost real) staring eyes. o_O
I kept walking along, downhill (working towards the west), when I spotted another creepy nirvana Applejack staring at me from behind a tree. Despite my brain screaming at me to turn back, I pressed on...and over the course of minutes, the mountain was dotted with half-hidden nirvanas and incomplete prototypes (not only Applejack). As much as Applejack was once in abundance, I started to notice Windy Wings and flutters, particularly Cool Breeze. I snatched up as many as possible, knowing that soon I would have to run (from who-knows-what) and get the heck out of there. The trees began to thin out and the ponies became more menacing. I was ready to race away, but I didn't.
A dark, horrible ramshackle hut (like seen in a horror movie) seemed to materialize out of the clearing. There were ponies almost every two feet surrounding the hut--all G1s, extremely rare, and terribly tantalizing. There were no birds singing; just pure silence. Again, I snatched up as many as possible, then, just as I felt a shadow cross the clearing, I bolted.
The ponies still stared.
It was at that point that I was in my bedroom (where I used to live, up in MI), gasping for breath and tenderly setting the ponies down on my second bed. That was when I started having my doubts about stealing the ponies. They were like evil sentinels, minions of whatever evil resided in the dilapidated hut. The ponies still stared with evil eyes, and I knew that the shadowy monster knew where they were, and would never stop searching for them.
The next part of my dream was hazy, but the most of what I remember is this--for the first time in my life, I was TERRIFIED of ponies. But as much as they made me want to shy away, it was as if a force was reminding me how rare they were, and how much I had wanted such ponies. But when I tried to hide them (I could feel the pressing darkness), I think I remember them speaking to me in a deranged chorus...something like "Bring us back...you will be punished...!" o_O
I will never, EVER, look at nirvanas and prototypes the same way again.
*snif* I need some pony hugs. NOT EVIL PONY HUGS. PLEASE!!
(I don’t expect her value to be over $15, but I could be wrong)
Also, would anyone have any idea if her particular price will rise somewhat in a few years?
So, I was bored, and drew up a new ponysona. 
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