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Usually when ponies appear in my dreams they are just kinda there as a fixture of the world's environment... like one time I dreamt that I visited my dentist for a checkup and in the waiting room, they had put in shelves on the wall with heaps of ponies. I smiled and picked up a few Sunshine ponies, combed their hair, watched the colour change when I held them in the sunlight coming from the window, then set them back down on the shelf. When someone came to get me I said "nice ponies you have here". They laughed and replied "yeah, everyone has them". Apparently in dream world there were just billions upon billions of ponies around, and everyone used them for nice display pieces in their homes and businesses instead of hanging pictures on the wall! What a fantasy. The only upsetting pony dream I've had was the night after I discovered the existence of the G1 plush softies. I dreamt that my mum took me to an opportunity shop so she could look at clothes. As usual, there was a lot of old fashioned stuff, but nothing that really interested me as I was walking around. But then in the toy section I saw a load of plush ponies heaped on a rack on the wall. Pastel fur and rainbow hair ahoy! I picked up Parasol and stroked her hair and hugged her tight, and then scooped up Moondancer too, and as I touched the ponies and got more and more excited, I got younger and younger! Until I was a little toddler standing before what had proportionally become a mountain of plush ponies, jumping up and down and giggling with delight.I checked the paper tags on the ears of the ponies and they had the name of the store printed, and then a big number "1" written in pencil. One dollar plush ponies?!?! I scooped up as many as I could safely carry without dropping, perhaps six or seven, and toddled my way gleefully to the front counter. I put the ponies down and was just turning back to get more from the shelf when the lady at the counter said "your mum won't be able to afford all these". I was like... what? That's under ten dollars worth of ponies, my mum's got ten dollars! And the lady at the front desk said "yeah, we don't write zeroes in this store because it takes up too much time. The number one on this tag actually stands for $100."And because I was a three year old in the dream, I was overwhelmed by the shock and upset, so I just sat down on the floor right there and burst into tears. The dream ended and I woke up with the most terrible grieving feeling for those plush ponies... A hundred dollars each! Nobody would have been able to buy them, take them home and love them again. Lucky the real world isn't as unreasonably priced as that dream store.
All Pony dreams!
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