At first, the only clear images in the dream were the pool and the stalking pony. Her essence spread out from her hooves, pouring over the pool and covering the dreamscape, fixing it in place. Tendrils of mist rose up wherever she touched, and she saw her golem begin to lose form. The alien mind seemed to grab for it, and a silver-bright flash came up from beside the construct. She could feel the dream beginning to shift and weaken, and that would not do.