I forgot to mention earlier but I do not own either MLP or 'Sandman'. MLP is owned by Hasbro and created by Lauren Faust. Sandman is written by Neil Gaiman.

Every since that fateful moment our unlucky stallion had many more dreams to come. They never truly like the fantasy based illusions that the young would tell to the nearest pony available. No his dreams were a nightmare that he could never be rid of. His dreams were always beautiful, but that was the problem they were too perfect.

The dreams he had experienced during this time where never the same dream twice. It seems as if twisted fates have sentenced this stallion to suffer more of these beautiful nightmares. A snowy mountain made from fresh snow that had an icy glow hue to it. Snow that breached past his hooves and although its fluffy cloud appearance but were actually as hard as stone. A mountain that barley pierced the heavens, yet when you would glance below one could see all of Equstria and beyond. Even in a dream there was still the piercing cold that would strike him down to the very bone. Tundra winds shakes the mountain like a might earthquake and make the giant icicles below him fall and pierce the earth below. There were nights where he would find himself adrift in the middle of the ocean. There would be the clear smell of the rotten ocean that clothed his body in the waking world. Where all the waves had died down, and the only sound one could hear were the seagulls in the vast distance. And there were nights where the pony would find himself back into another garden, yet it was unlike the one before. There was a time the entire garden looked exactly like the first dream, a carbon copy, but the grass would fell more kin to barbed wire than that gentle kiss it was on that first night. In these dreams he was always alone, at least presently alone. Yet now in his dreams he was aware of the creatures that was watching out of the endless distance, it was out of sight but its' presence was still suffocating the surroundings. After so many nights of being treated as a fly caught in a sticky web has made the ponies thinking process go as little slower than normally. This pony had decided to at least fight back rather that let this creature drive him mad and drive right towards where he had felt the presence.

This was as foolish mistake of this stallion. The seemingly endless land had ended and the stallion had found himself falling down to the black canvas of space. Time slowed down as the entire sense of what is above and behind was lost. There is no sight only the blackness that starts right at the corner of ones retina and leaves you to see absolutely nothing. Without a prior notice the stallion found himself just floating in the emptiness. Gravity itself had ceased to exist for a moment. "Replete follow my voice. Follow me." It was that voice, the voice that has no sentiment yet speaks volumes of urgency. A voice that holds deep in his subconscious and been tormenting for what felt like weeks. The stallion instinctually followed the voice as he gently swayed in the see of darkness, forgetting all prior opinions of the creature and just following it in this bark tunnel. The canvas area around him started to glow of a peaceful night sky that has been colored over with a bright blue and the stars that gently swirled into place, resembling those of fairy lights. The empty grounds developed a soft texture as it formed into a shimmering bridge of stars. Standing in this amazing bridge was that unimaginable creature. The creature of untold had shrunken upon itself in an effort to show friendly presence to the stallion. The creature was now standing at a height only seen possible by princess Celestia.

"What…what is this place?"

"This is the bridge between the mind and the dreams. It is where your realm and mine meet. Do not be frightened Replete, many ponies have visited this place before you. You have nothing to fear."

"Of course I should be worried, I mean…weren't you taller last time?"

The creature chuckled that rang aloft like wind chimes as she flashed a smile filled entirely of canines that shimmered of pearls and sharp like the jaws of a shark. The creature was trying to imitate the hold of empathy. "Yes your awareness of me had me quite startled. For you see…

"Wait I startled you?"

"Yes, you see for as long as I have been around I have only encountered so few creatures that could be able to sense my presence. I believe the last time I had the privilege of being noticed was around four hundred moons ago."

"How…how, no what are you?"

"I see you have many questions, why don't we go somewhere more comfortable. I believe I have some sweets and teas. I believe you will truly like them, for you see they are nothing of your world." Replete without a second thought, without even really given any thought of the proposition followed a creature that was beyond anything possible.

(Apologies this chapter has few things to offer. I promise that next time things will come back to the wonder and weirdness that are given by dreams. Please comment on any ideas you would like, I would like to include dreams and fantasies that could relate more to my readers.)