26th August, 1903. Sheen
Despite the terrible experience yesterday, my dreams were no worse than have been typical during my self-imposed incarceration. The fact is the last dream I had was rather light-hearted for my situation; I was back home in Maybury Hill with my wife when we were shaken up by a series of earth tremors that I currently associate with the monstrous ponies. These tremors in my dream instead heralded the passing of an ordinary horse that was just as gigantic as the invaders, which was carrying an entire train's worth of building materials. Looking outside I saw that the typical layout of the town was interrupted by great thoroughfares that several giant horses strolled along with varying loads that they exhibited no issue with whatsoever. Most significantly was that I saw no sign of any railways; instead a number of horses had some unusual boxes suspended on their sides, periodically stopping and laying down for a number of minutes before slowly rising again and continuing on their way. Thinking about it I guess that those boxes were meant to be a substitutes for railway coaches and the omnibus service. When this scenario had settled in the setting changed to another day where an even larger horse had taken a special interest in my home, picking it up by sheer force of will and sending all of us inside tumbling about like dolls in a suitcase; when I found my bearings I saw my wife actually leaning against the window engaging the horse in conversation, but then I saw that the immense horse was actually Princess Luna peering inside, and then my wife seemed to casually introduce me whereupon Luna smiled endearingly and gave me a wink. I'm sure I woke up then as I could now hear powerful voices up above.
"Okay, so why doesn't she just open it up?" It took me some time as I was still rather weary at this point, but I then remembered that this voice was Rainbow's.
"I believe she was saying that she wanted to ensure a proper reunion between the poor creatures. It might be best for us to overlook him, for now. I will ask her to let us know when the bar gets removed." This was Twilight speaking. I could see two hooves just on the edge of the pit that Pinkie Pie had opened up yesterday, which I believe belonged to Applejack from the orange colour. I wonder what they were talking about, as I couldn't possibly fathom any reason that Princess Luna would not only realise I was there without helping herself, but would also see to it that none of the ponies under her would indulge that would fit in with the discussion I heard. I watched as they thundered away, Applejack's hooves being replaced with Twilight's and then Fluttershy's, and then I noticed that the pit was still in more shade compared to when I was almost discovered and retrieved by Pinkie. Slowly I crawled out of my nook and looked up to see a huge bush that seemed to have been planted in a position that I have long associated with the back of my hide-out; the leaves remind me of an orange tree but the flowers seem to be a silvery variant of morning glory.
I daren't move out of the pit that was once a coal cellar just yet, as it's clear that the remains of the parlour and kitchen aren't covered by the leaves of the bush. I heard more of the mallet-on-rock sounds along with periodic thuds from the passing of the ponies, but I have seen little of what they're up to. I hope my wife is safe, out of reach of these ravenous creatures. I have been musing on how the ponies' society works, but as of yet I'm at a considerable loss. I suspect the horrifying behaviour of Pinkie Pie yesterday means that every time I try to form a reasonable supposition the memory of an extended eyeball and a forelock behaving like a tentacle freaks me out to such a degree that I'm left trying to form more reassuring fantasies. Oh dear, now I've got this image of my wife standing as tall as the Eiffel Tower putting Pinkie Pie across her knee like she's our own child.
27th August. Sheen
Okay, it's finally happened. I was subjected to a dreadful dream where I was confronted with the sight of Pinkie Pie using her tongue to slurp up the entirety of Woking, not stopping at the people but everything was being eaten! She was extending her tongue to such a degree that it was like the actions of an enormous toad or gecko. It could've carried on in this horrific setting when a white flash shot across the expanse of the pony's tongue, replacing it was an ethereal mass reminiscent of Princess Luna's mane or tail. Curiously enough it then coalesced into Luna's actual form, but she couldn't have been any taller than an elephant once again. She stepped towards me while I began to realise that the panicked destruction appeared to have frozen and, while Pinkie's tongue was no longer visible, her mouth was still wide open providing a disturbing view right down to her pharynx.
"Good sir," Luna spoke to me once she was about five yards away, "You cannot keep skulking under where our hooves could crash down. I do realise that some of our habits might seem barbaric to you, but rest assured we do not seek to cause actual harm." I was stumped by this nonchalance, so I asked her what could possibly be appropriate for one being to eat another when it was quite clear that they were both rational. "You're assuming our digestive systems are reminiscent of the full-blooded natives of your world; they're not. Think of the popular notion of a cow's stomach and combine it with the general structure of a bird's digestive system. This may well help you to get a picture of our insides without seeing them for yourself." The prospect of this idea makes me think that this means that they'd have less control of their lower half than our own horses while retaining the principle that grasses are a fundamental element in their diet. At any rate she carried on saying. "You will have to deliver yourself into a pony's hooves some day. If you're worried for your family, then your best chance would be to come unto me." She held her left hoof out and her last three words repeated over and over as the whole dream faded.
I read back some of my earlier entries and the conclusion I now have puts me in a dilemma. A number of these ponies do have telepathic abilities, which means that hiding here is not a viable way to avoid detection! I shall have to consider my options very carefully and try to identify the moments when my mind is most vulnerable to any psychic scanning the ponies possess.
Oddly enough, the day's passed with little in the way of ponies passing by since I have seldom felt many impacts caused by their giant hooves.
28th August. Sheen
It's been raining again. Pony activity is virtually non-existent. I'm starting to worry for my mental state as I struggle to form any picture in my mind to document how their society operates, and the lack of activity means I am at a loss for the mechanism or rate of efficacy in their psychic powers. I'm reluctant to divulge the images that have appeared in my mind during the day as they involved some very unbecoming behaviours between my wife and our maid on the one side and Princess Luna on the other.
This time cowering in the pit under the sort-of alien bush is becoming untenable for my mental state. If I find no sign of pony activity in the area tomorrow I might look into getting out of here.
Despite the terrible experience yesterday, my dreams were no worse than have been typical during my self-imposed incarceration. The fact is the last dream I had was rather light-hearted for my situation; I was back home in Maybury Hill with my wife when we were shaken up by a series of earth tremors that I currently associate with the monstrous ponies. These tremors in my dream instead heralded the passing of an ordinary horse that was just as gigantic as the invaders, which was carrying an entire train's worth of building materials. Looking outside I saw that the typical layout of the town was interrupted by great thoroughfares that several giant horses strolled along with varying loads that they exhibited no issue with whatsoever. Most significantly was that I saw no sign of any railways; instead a number of horses had some unusual boxes suspended on their sides, periodically stopping and laying down for a number of minutes before slowly rising again and continuing on their way. Thinking about it I guess that those boxes were meant to be a substitutes for railway coaches and the omnibus service. When this scenario had settled in the setting changed to another day where an even larger horse had taken a special interest in my home, picking it up by sheer force of will and sending all of us inside tumbling about like dolls in a suitcase; when I found my bearings I saw my wife actually leaning against the window engaging the horse in conversation, but then I saw that the immense horse was actually Princess Luna peering inside, and then my wife seemed to casually introduce me whereupon Luna smiled endearingly and gave me a wink. I'm sure I woke up then as I could now hear powerful voices up above.
"Okay, so why doesn't she just open it up?" It took me some time as I was still rather weary at this point, but I then remembered that this voice was Rainbow's.
"I believe she was saying that she wanted to ensure a proper reunion between the poor creatures. It might be best for us to overlook him, for now. I will ask her to let us know when the bar gets removed." This was Twilight speaking. I could see two hooves just on the edge of the pit that Pinkie Pie had opened up yesterday, which I believe belonged to Applejack from the orange colour. I wonder what they were talking about, as I couldn't possibly fathom any reason that Princess Luna would not only realise I was there without helping herself, but would also see to it that none of the ponies under her would indulge that would fit in with the discussion I heard. I watched as they thundered away, Applejack's hooves being replaced with Twilight's and then Fluttershy's, and then I noticed that the pit was still in more shade compared to when I was almost discovered and retrieved by Pinkie. Slowly I crawled out of my nook and looked up to see a huge bush that seemed to have been planted in a position that I have long associated with the back of my hide-out; the leaves remind me of an orange tree but the flowers seem to be a silvery variant of morning glory.
I daren't move out of the pit that was once a coal cellar just yet, as it's clear that the remains of the parlour and kitchen aren't covered by the leaves of the bush. I heard more of the mallet-on-rock sounds along with periodic thuds from the passing of the ponies, but I have seen little of what they're up to. I hope my wife is safe, out of reach of these ravenous creatures. I have been musing on how the ponies' society works, but as of yet I'm at a considerable loss. I suspect the horrifying behaviour of Pinkie Pie yesterday means that every time I try to form a reasonable supposition the memory of an extended eyeball and a forelock behaving like a tentacle freaks me out to such a degree that I'm left trying to form more reassuring fantasies. Oh dear, now I've got this image of my wife standing as tall as the Eiffel Tower putting Pinkie Pie across her knee like she's our own child.
27th August. Sheen
Okay, it's finally happened. I was subjected to a dreadful dream where I was confronted with the sight of Pinkie Pie using her tongue to slurp up the entirety of Woking, not stopping at the people but everything was being eaten! She was extending her tongue to such a degree that it was like the actions of an enormous toad or gecko. It could've carried on in this horrific setting when a white flash shot across the expanse of the pony's tongue, replacing it was an ethereal mass reminiscent of Princess Luna's mane or tail. Curiously enough it then coalesced into Luna's actual form, but she couldn't have been any taller than an elephant once again. She stepped towards me while I began to realise that the panicked destruction appeared to have frozen and, while Pinkie's tongue was no longer visible, her mouth was still wide open providing a disturbing view right down to her pharynx.
"Good sir," Luna spoke to me once she was about five yards away, "You cannot keep skulking under where our hooves could crash down. I do realise that some of our habits might seem barbaric to you, but rest assured we do not seek to cause actual harm." I was stumped by this nonchalance, so I asked her what could possibly be appropriate for one being to eat another when it was quite clear that they were both rational. "You're assuming our digestive systems are reminiscent of the full-blooded natives of your world; they're not. Think of the popular notion of a cow's stomach and combine it with the general structure of a bird's digestive system. This may well help you to get a picture of our insides without seeing them for yourself." The prospect of this idea makes me think that this means that they'd have less control of their lower half than our own horses while retaining the principle that grasses are a fundamental element in their diet. At any rate she carried on saying. "You will have to deliver yourself into a pony's hooves some day. If you're worried for your family, then your best chance would be to come unto me." She held her left hoof out and her last three words repeated over and over as the whole dream faded.
I read back some of my earlier entries and the conclusion I now have puts me in a dilemma. A number of these ponies do have telepathic abilities, which means that hiding here is not a viable way to avoid detection! I shall have to consider my options very carefully and try to identify the moments when my mind is most vulnerable to any psychic scanning the ponies possess.
Oddly enough, the day's passed with little in the way of ponies passing by since I have seldom felt many impacts caused by their giant hooves.
28th August. Sheen
It's been raining again. Pony activity is virtually non-existent. I'm starting to worry for my mental state as I struggle to form any picture in my mind to document how their society operates, and the lack of activity means I am at a loss for the mechanism or rate of efficacy in their psychic powers. I'm reluctant to divulge the images that have appeared in my mind during the day as they involved some very unbecoming behaviours between my wife and our maid on the one side and Princess Luna on the other.
This time cowering in the pit under the sort-of alien bush is becoming untenable for my mental state. If I find no sign of pony activity in the area tomorrow I might look into getting out of here.
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