Duskwatcher:

He felt a strange presence, someone. Someone who died, but didn’t quite make it to the Golden Meadow. Someone he needed to help.

He vanished from the dark, dirty, musky room that was his memories, and appeared beside the form of a colt not much older than him. He looked down in silence, seeing the colt’s dead body and recognizing him as a star foal.

“It was hard, the first time seeing myself dead,” Duskwatcher snorted. There was a pause in which he considered. He turned to look at the colt. “But it will pass. My name is Duskwatcher, dead for forty years,” he said calmly, offering his transparent wing to the colt as a handshake.

Loralie:

Both her and Morpheus were air born. Loralie's dark green wings pushed through the winds as she fought to keep her balance. She wasn't the best flier out their but she wasn't the worst. It was still a struggle though.

"So... anything you wanna talk about? Any interesting dreams?" She questioned.

Morpheus:

Morpheus dodged another thick tree trunk as he glanced at her. “Nope,” he snorted, “But Tinsel has been giving me more trouble than ever...” he grumbled, glaring up at the bird flying high over head.

Loralie:

She snickered. She always thought it was a bit weird that, that bird would be the one who gets him in trouble. Of course she wouldn't dare say this to his face. She searched the ground for any odd looking things. The sun was setting soon, this she could tell because how its shadows it cast.

She yawned "Shall we take a break?" She suggested. Right when she said that another big yawn came out of her mouth

Morpheus:

He fought the urge to yawn easily and it passed swiftly. “Of course madam,” he said, all princely and polite. He shouted upward, “Tinsel, you featherbrain, we’re stopping for the night!” He heard a few angry squeaks from her and cackled as he glided to the ground. He extended his right wing and Tinsel alighted on it, looking more dismal then ever.

“Why are we stopping?” Tinsel asked, curious, but frustrated. Sometimes he couldn’t help but think he put a bit of himself into her.

“Because madam needs her beauty sleep,” he mocked.

“You pegasi and your sleep....” she scoffed. “I’m going to go do something worth my time,” she said, preening her feathers. After she had finished, she took off in a hurry up into the trees.

Turning to Loralie, he said, “One day, she will be the death of me.”

Loralie:

She gurgled because of his comment. Before she had watched him talk to Tinsel even though Loralie only heard squawks. She laughed it off. She tucked her wings in calling it quits. She hoped no dreams would come to her tonight. Not that she couldn't trust Morpheus to stay out of her head, she just knew curiosity would most likely over come him.

Even though she had wished for no dreams, she slowly slipped into one.

Morpheus:

He watched as she feel asleep, and then settled a few winglengths away from her. Immediately, he was asleep.

Morpheus popped into existence in a circle of land with a water fall at the far end. He knew this place very well. There was a ring of trees around him, all with names only he understood. Tinsel was there, but only in idea, not in reality.

He turned in a slow circle, examining each tree and it’s mouth. Each were different; different heights, different types, different hues, and different birds. He spotted the on he most frequently used, and the language translated to “Loralie“. Nodding to himself, he jumped into its mouth.

He popped back into existence, this time in Loralie’s dream.

Loralie:

In her dream she was back at the trap, only her dead mother was there. It was weird. She had an uneasy feeling that lurked near. It seemed to be a damnation, huge overgrown Pegasi stop in to lines. Loralie with out being in control of the dream walked with her mother down the rows of pegasi. Once she reached the end a black one stood alone in some sort of throne. She had heard about black foals from some of her friends, she never actually seen one herself.

The black pegasus began to speak, Loralie could see his mouth move but hear no words. Moments passed of his talking untill she made out the word "banishment" they were being banished.

Morpheus:

He viewed it strangely, for he was now in a strange line of pegasi. He stepped out of it, and far ahead, he saw Loralie accompanied by someone he’d only heard about. Sighing with remorse, he waved his wing and the dream pegasi all faded. He felt the strings he could pull on, and pulled on one that turned the world into a calm and peaceful crystal cavern.

Morpheus looked around him at his work, impressed with it. He turned to Loralie. “What was that all about?” He asked. When he saw her confused expression, he imagined his words had gone through the air and created fun images that now spun around her, racing faster and faster.

Loralie:

Her head spun until she closed her eyes and focused. everything had faded into a peaceful and calm environment. She also saw Morpheus standing in front of her. She replayed what he had said before answering.

"my m-mother" She gasped "Sh-she was here. i-I don't understand where did they go?" She stuttered. It was hard for her to speak because she didn't have power here.

Morpheus:

He eased the strain on her voice, making the air less controlled and more open for her to speak. “Loralie, your mother was never here. You are dreaming. This is a fantasy of yours,” he said, trying his very best to soften his words.

Loralie:

His words didn't surprise her. Of course it was a dream. Her mother was dead.. Dead. "Thanks, for uh turning my nightmare into a dream." She said quietly. The setting was very pretty and she wished it could of been real. But she needed to focus on reality. Why did she have that dream? She had been told all dreams have some sort of meaning, but what could it be?

"Do you know anything about my dream?" she questioned, turning to meet his gaze.

Morpheus:

Morpheus‘s eyes squinted in concentration and he shrugged. “I bend dreams, I take from them. I don’t what they mean. But I can tell what I saw if you forget in the morning,” he said.

He took a step towards her, floating over the glassy floor of crystal beneath him. He plopped down next to her, the strange feeling of the smooth flooring giving him the shivers.