So here's a question for you, how did you learn how to draw? Did you practice over the years? Over a single, seemingly endless night? Or did you pick up a pencil, doodle a bit and discover a hidden talent? Maybe you just have an eye for that sort of thing? Whatever it was, I wasn't a part of it.

To be very honest, I am a terrible artist. Complete wannabe who can draw a rough circle in a matter of thirty minutes. Just imagine how it long it would've taken for me to draw my first pony. Yeah, unpleasant memories, at least, it was. All that changed about four months ago when I awoke with the brightest amount of inspiration. Talent comes in all different forms and introduces all kinds of ideas. Me? You'll probably be calling me a talentless hack after this.

I learned to draw in a dream. No joke. Really. I went to bed, lay my head on a pillow, closed my eyes, and before I knew it, I was watching a mental tutorial on how to draw Applejack's badonkadonk. Not kidding about that. I was really taught how to draw AJ's tooshie from a dream. What an adventure.

Anyway, the next morning, I stared at a wall, dazed in confusion, got ready for school, and once I arrived, I pulled out a pencil and drew exactly what I saw in the dream. Boy, it was glorious. I had to go over it with ink, but it was probably both the best and worst thing I'd ever concocted. Of course, I had to keep it on the down-low considering teachers these days don't exactly tolerate exposed rumps in class. What a trip.

Lesson of today goes out to all the students who started out their new year: Pay attention in class and don't follow the happy trail anywhere else but home.

-RealityPublishing