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 One of the benefits of lucid dreaming is that you often are not constrained by the physical limitations of your waking bodies in the dream realm. That being said there are limits to what I can do in my Equestria dreamscape, and that morning I found them.
    I didn't see a bright light beckoning me to come toward it, but let's just say I was out for the count when it was over. However Petina had apparently prepared for this contingency and recently had purchased some alchemic firepower from Zecora in the form of this potion guaranteed to get your stallion up and galloping again in about 30 minutes. Yeah it had some side effects but she thought it was prudent to get a bottle just for situations like this.   
    “Just don't give Brick this stuff more than once a day, or else his heart might explode like a water balloon!” Said Petina with an overly chipper voice.   
    The concoction was called Jumpea Cabellenzo, but Petina just called the stuff Jumper Cables. It tasted horrible and I swear my color vision went South for about 15 minutes, but after about half an hour I was able to walk out of the bedroom under my own power. Now I really needed something to eat and drink. It was about 2 in afternoon but I felt like I needed another 8 hours of sleep. The mares apparently weren't as inclined to leave the bed yet.   
    Fumbling around I found a coffee mug and succeeded in getting coffee into it. Then I flopped down at the dining room table and began stuffing a donut in my mouth and taking long slurps from my coffee. Slowly I started the process of replenishing important bodily fluids. Suddenly there was a series knocks at the front door.    
    A few seconds later there was another series of knocks. Since none of the mares seemed to be interested in answering the door I was inclined to do the same, but there was a sense of importance to those knocks. They weren't particularly loud knocks or angry knocks but they had a certain indescribable authority to them that said   
    You will come here and open the door.   
    Stuffing the rest of my donut in my mouth I made for the door.   Outside it was a bright sunny afternoon, but most of the curtains were still drawn so it was fairly dim inside the cottage. So opening the front door flooded the entryway with what felt like searing, bright light. For several seconds I was blinded as I squinted from the luminous assault. Finally eyes adjusted enough to see who was standing on the flagstones of our doorway. Without even thinking I muttered two words.
    “Oh fuck!”
 To be continued.