That Ape Needs Therapy

>This dream was different.
>It wasn't a nightmare, that's for sure. It definitely wasn't bad.
>But it wasn't a nice dream, either.
>It just sort of was, neither harmful nor helpful to the pony that was dreaming it.
>Luna had never found a dream like this before, in her thousands of years of dream-walking.
>Obviously, she decided to see what it was about.

>Her hooves touched down on an endless expanse of field.
>The grass felt wrong, somehow. Almost like the dreamer didn't know what it was supposed to feel like under hoof.
>"Hello?" she said.
>Somepony screamed right in her ear.
>Luna whirled around, and beheld an abomination.
>It was giant, and deformed, but unmistakably equine in nature.
>Its face was elongated, like it had been squeezed into a tube and never recovered.
>The eyes were small and beady, giant nostrils heaved with every breath, and its coat was entirely the wrong shade of pink.
>The equine thing screamed the word "NEIGH", spread over-muscled wings that had to be twelve feet wide, and took off into the air with a great WHUMP, WHUMP, WHUMP.
>As it flew, its hooves dangled like dead leaves on a tree, entirely lacking in any sort of aerodynamic merit.

>Then orange juice pours from the walls, rising higher and higher as Luna struggled to stay afloat.
>She could feel the sticky liquid staining her coat.
>As the juice threatens to overtake her head, she takes a deep breath and dives.
>A school of turtles swims past. Starfish litter the sandy bottom.
>Luna swims upward, and upward, and finds no surface.
>Her breath gives out, she gasps for air…
>And takes a deep, orange breath through her gills.
>Relief floods her mind, and she begins to paddle along, looking for a way out.

>Instead, she finds a bale of hay. Just dangling there underjuice, like it's the most normal thing in the world.
>All this panicking has worked up quite an appetite, so she takes a bite.
>And is yanked upwards! There's something in her mouth!
>She breaches the waves, and sees Anon, huge and in an equally huge boat.
>A moment passes, dangling there, in the air, on a hook, above a brook.

"You are the weirdest fish I've ever seen."

>He unhooks her and throws her back, into the orange juice.
>But the waves are gone, and there's nothing but sky beneath her, and she falls.
>She frantically waggles her fins and tail before she realizes she doesn't have wings anymore because she's a fish and she's out of water and she's falling and falling and falling–
>CRASH

>"Luna! Are you okay!"
>She gasps for breath, with her lungs, and quickly checks to make sure she's got wings again.
>She does.
>"You were tossing and turning until you just fell off the bed. Did something happen?"
>Luna looks upward, to see Celestia's concerned features staring down.
>She grasps her sister's face with her hooves and pulled her closer, until their noses were almost touching.
>"It didn't mean anything."
>She looked very far away, Celestia realized. Like Luna was staring all the way through her skull and out the back, to the castle wall behind.
>"It was a cascade of complete nonsense and it didn't mean anything."
>"I don't–"
>"Anon is a nut! He's crazy in the coconut!"