pone dream


                                            >I was walking around with Datte.

                                            >Everything seemed strange, and unfamiliar and we chatted for a bit trying to figure out where the fuck we were.

                                            >We wanted to find a way home and talked about old steam trains.

                                            >Datte convinced me that they were as tall and wide as houses inside, and we decided we wanted to get on one.

                                            >It got cold and actual wendigo shit happened, as in we saw dead human carcasses gored and eaten.

                                            >Some bum looking dude told us he'd take care of us until we found the means to go home if we helped him with the wendigo.

                                            >We hesitated to agree, but did so anyway. We were getting very cold, and hunger would be a problem soon.

                                            >He told us to make movement among the bodies to piss it off.

                                            >Datte opted to play dead by a shack a bit of a ways from the site, but I went and started kicking the half eaten carcass around.

                                            >He was able to catch and kill it but then he turned around and left without offering anything.

                                            >We decided to go the other direction and came across some background pones and Lyra.

                                            >They were making small soft nickering and other cute horse sounds at each other and looked happy when they saw us.

                                            >I wanted to stay and look at them, but Datte grabbed my shoulder and and said we should keep going.

                                            >Lyra tagged along with us, and she kept nudging the back of my left leg as I walked, in a playful manner.

                                            >Soon we found little Oogapones having a little spat.

                                            >I stopped to watch them too, and this time Datte stopped and started laughing at them so we stood around and watched them angrily neigh at each other.

                                            >Lyra didn't like that so she walked towards them, nudging me with her flank as she passed by my left side.

                                            >The Unga's started freaking out and they started throwing twigs and small pebbles at her.

                                            >I got real worried and angry at the little ungas but Lyra didn't drop her smile so I let her do what she wanted instead of bonking them one.

                                            >I woke up a bit after watching them horse around, snoofing at each other, and at our shoes. And making non-upset horse sounds.