Sweet Sweet Innocence

I dreamed yesterday that I was visiting a planet where the people lived on an island under constant threat from attack by intelligent creatures that lived beneath the surface of the oceans. Except for their tiny island, their entire world was covered with clear blue water. The sky was permanently overcast by tremendous amounts of moisture from the great ocean, but this protected the islanders from a sun much closer and harsher than our own here on Earth. While I was there an attack came and the alarm was raised for everyone to defend the island. I moved outside and down to the beach where everyone was running around in a panic. Orders were being yelled and ignored. Then I saw groups of islanders opening fire at other groups of islanders, who returned fire to defend themselves. Soon a full scale battle broke out, but there was no attackers! At least, none from the sea. The islanders were fighting each other in the ever escalating confusion and chaos. I began walking along a seawall, where I saw several large horse-like creatures that had been brutally slain in the fighting. Their large mutilated bodies seemed to emphasize the insanity of the “battle”. Then I came to the end of the seawall and turned inland. Just off the shore, and behind the battle lines, I saw where new horse-like creatures were being brought in to replace other ones killed. They seemed unconscious when they arrived, and they were secured with straps inside the crates, lying flat on their sides. I approached one of the crates that had a smaller, pony-sized, creature. As I watched the pony was unstrapped and revived (woke up). It quickly got to its feet and I saw that it was very much like a child's fantasy pony, with a blue coat and colorful mane, complete with wings that seemed to attach themselves to the animal rather thatn being a part of it. I suddenly felt very much as though I was in a child's dream, like no dream I had ever been in. And as if to emphasize my own alien presence, I then noticed a little girl, abous six-years-old, who I knew to be a princess, and the recipient of the flying pony (and perhaps also the “dreamer”). I watched as the pony took to the air and flew majestically out over the sea past and through the many rainbows that made up the sky. It was so beautiful and so innocent at the same time that I began to cry happily. I followed the little princess, who followed the pony, as it flew back toward the castle where I had been before the fighting had started. But now there was no more fighting, it seemed almost everyone was dead or no longer able to fight. I was still crying when we arrived at the castle gates, and as I watched the little girl go inside I couldn't help but notice what a sexy little ass she had, even as I cried over the beauty of her innocence. Then I woke up. I'll let you interpret this dream however you wish. But let me say this; for me, it was a great lesson!