I ‘wake’ in an unfamiliar yet incredibly comfortable bed, in a luxurious room I do not recognize. The yellow sun hung overhead, as if imitating a chandelier with it’s tendrils. Jumping off of the bed, I make my way to the window to get my bearings, and it comes as quite the surprise to see that I’m in the city of Canterlot. Of all the places this strange dream world could have conjured up, this was what it came up with? Well, a city was not short on places to hide, so I suppose I shouldn’t complain, especially after the last dream.