What are pony dreams about?

That's pretty much it.

A girl got to pick between him (our roughneck, but handsome bay) and a cutesy little grey pony with extra curly eyelashes and she picked the grey. Now our hero was upset, bucking and whinnying and kept sadly looking at a picture of a prize saddle he would never wear (we were inside at this point somehow). Then it ended without closure. :(

But the best part were the perfectly-rendered early PS1 graphics. It looked exactly as you would expect.

I guess I won't linger too hard on this one.

I've had this dream around 3 times from the time I was 7 to the time I was 11 and never again after that, but it's the one I remember to the fullest, even with the emotions after all these years.

I'm in a part of the town that I will call "Greenies" since that's the closest translation to English. It's a bunch of little farm plots people that didn't have a garden owned. There were fruit trees, vegetables etc. and there is a small path along it next to a stream of water. That place was where I spent most of my days as a child with my friends. I'm there sitting next to a plum tree with an "entity" standing close to me. It was like a horse, but not really. Imagine a small horse. Not a pony, a small horse that's skinny. It had these beautiful deep brown eyes and was absolutely gorgeous, with brown fur. Somehow it's name popped into my head: "Ebony horse" I knew it was trying it's fullest to stay there with me, because I felt like it was struggling to keep itself visible for me and it had like a blur around itself. I felt at peace with it, but a bit sad that it's struggling. I felt absolute trust towards it. Then like a film cut, I'm there again with another entity. It was a deer with a heart shaped head, or at least it looked like it. I didn't fear it, but I felt extreme distrust to it. Like it couldn't do anything towards me if I didn't act like it wanted. It wasn't evil, just misunderstood. It had a bit more reddish fur than the Ebony horse and weirdly deep but shallow amber eyes. Again, a though in my head, it's a mimic. I didn't trust it's form. Then again, like a cut in a movie, I'm there with all my classmates petting the Ebony horse. But there is no sense of struggle or peace I felt before and I realize it's the mimic. It has those amber eyes I was talking about. They're all acting like seeing an ebony horse is a wonderful thing and they all wanna pet it. They're not distrustful towards it at all. There is no blur around it. I try to get them away from it, telling them it's a mimic but they don't listen and try to get me to pet it too. Then I wake up.

What the heck was that dream.

I had an extremely vivid dream last night that has been bothering me all day. In the dream I was asked to help find a serial killer that had been active in Salt Lake City, Utah but was now active in my area in Texas. The serial killer was targeting children specifically in hotel rooms. They provided me with a video of one of the killings and in the video a purple cartoon horse similar to a My Little Pony character except with horns was massacring a room full of children. I was told that all the injuries that caused the children to die were consistent with what happened in the video. They said they thought the My Little Pony horse had been added via CGI and were not sure how they were really killed. I got a hotel room in the area the serial killer had been targeting. I noticed a really strange man that was short with patchy hair that seemed out of place. The strangest thing about the man was that he didn't seem to walk so much as float around the hotel property. I approached the man and talked to him and he told me that he was part of the hotel staff. I knew he was lying and was sure that he was the serial killer. One day while I was in the hotel I heard cartoon music and cartoon noises (spring noises, bicycle horns etc.). I looked out the hotel room window and saw a large cartoon dog that was similar to Goofy walking along the row of hotel rooms on the other side of the courtyard. He walked up to a room I knew had children in it and lifted the door off the frame like all of the hinge pins had been removed. The cartoon dog then lunged into the room in a predatory fashion and I knew it was too late for all the children in there. I tried to get video of the attack but I couldn't get my phone to pull up the camera app or to focus in properly. A short time later there was a knock on my door and when I answered the short man with the patchy hair was standing there. He was really angry and wanted to know why I was watching him, taking pictures and videotaping him. I denied all of his accusations but knew that he was a shapeshifter that morphed into cartoon characters to kill children. After he left I was lounging around my hotel room and started hearing sounds of chainsaws and heavy metal music. I looked at the door to my hotel room and saw that it was missing its hinge pins and freaked out. Just then the hotel door was lifted off of its frame and there stood a cartoonish demon that ran at me.

So when I was 4, I had a dream my mum dropped me off at this farm that someone in my primary school lived at in this dream world, I sort of wandered about in the large red barn and the long yellow grass, I saw the kid would lived at the farm kissing this other girl who was in my primary school class ( I know that’s not important to the story but those two kids hated each other in real life so I found that strange ) and suddenly a large black horse stood before me aimed it’s rear end at me popped a squatter and did a plopper all over me, suffocating me to death in horse poop ( no joke I couldn’t make that up if I wanted to ). I remember being very confused about that dream, but four years later I went to a pony ride for someone’s birthday, and a couple days later I felt sick and a doctor told me that I have a allergy to horse hairs. Do you think I predicted my horse allergy four years before I was diagnosed and didn’t know it?

So I had gone into a Kohl's and was shopping around. I had placed a couple objects into my cart and I looked up. There was a mirror on the wall, one where you could see how clothes looked on you.

The only thing that threw me off was that my hair was up in a pony tail and I only have that at work. I became sort of lucid because I knew it was right.

Out of curiosity I approached the mirror and reached toward it, trying to stick my hand through. It wouldn't. I tried again but it still wouldn't budge. At this point I began getting annoyed.

I searched the store for mirrors, trying to enter one after another but none of them would allow me to. I tried this about five or six times before I woke up.

This scared the hell outta me when I woke because I always hear warnings from people to never enter mirrors in a dream/lucid dream. What the f was my dream self trying to do?