She sighed, closing a ledger detailing costs of refurbishment lower Canterlot. That was another headache she didn’t need right now. She snorted in wry amusement at some of the dreams she had witnessed. They were not nearly as wildly exaggerated as some she had dealt with but certainly much more vivid. It was a huge, hulking monstrosity with long, grasping, skeletal claws and a hooded head covering a burning fire that consumed souls. It was strangely consistent along those lines from dream to dream, with only one filly actually seeming to fight it on her own. Chasing it with mirrors, it was adorable.