Several hours had passed since Unicorn had settled down by the broken, dead tree. Spent, and needing rest she had eventually let her head settle down upon the ground, nostrils flaring with each breath and the snow white splendour that was her mane falling around her muscled neck and frame. Her tail twitched as she slowly fell to sleep, taking in each sound and assessing it, dividing it between the groups of 'friend,' 'foe,' or 'really nothing'. Her eyes slid closed eventually and our minds, because we really are two beings in one body, rationalised that we needed rest above everything and that we deserved it. Yes, in her form we could be trapped, but in mine we were weaker, withough the strength of her hooves.

And also in the last good long hours that we had spent here we had heard no danger at all. The crew were far away, and this dead tree provided with some shelter. There seemed to be no wolves, or natural hunters - indeed the worst we had found had been a squirrel. A big, fat grey one.

Dreams as Unicorn are different to those as myself. Indeed, I had forgotten that they were so different in all the years that I had had my powers reduced by the Sorcerors of Hern - my original masters. And that had been a little over three thousand years ago. Slowly my powers had been taken from me, until I had just been immortal and able to project my euphoric essence - an ability to calm those around me, make them pleased and even aroused. Those they had left to me for obvious reasons. What I had lost last, however, was my Unicorn form, and just before that, my healing. If my Unicorn form was back, even in a weaker state than I remembered, then it stood to reason that what I would gain back next was my healing.

Healing is after all, connected to unicons in both myth and legend. And it was what Unicorn dreamed of.

Blue skies and warm lakes in the middle of a clearing. Birds of paradise flocked around her, and instead of a forest of dead trees, there was growth. Creatures came to greet Unicorn, many asking for blessings, including the Great Forest Guardian, who looked after the forest and all that was in it. Sometimes the Guardian came in the guise of a Quilin, othertimes a hude stag and other times a small mouse. There was a belief within Unicorn that the Guardian truly existed somewhere, whether in our origin world or here. And that belief fueled her dreams, her being, her soul. She was filled with hope, with love and joy ... I realised that she was nearly the same person as we had been when we first left our home planet. She was what I had been like before my years of slavery.

Thus I happily watched her dreams, lived them and was happy to not be having the nightmares that we had when we slept in my form.