When one takes an afternoon nap, they do not expect to wake in Equestria. Furthermore, one would hope that the path home was an easy one with loads of giant arrows to mark the way. One's hopes might be stupid. Correction: one's hopes are definitely stupid.

This is the story of my life in Equestria: the bonds I forged, the challenges I had to overcome to get home and the nature of fate; both my own and that of the random ponies (and griffons. And minotaurs) that I bumped into along the way.

This could end up as quite a long fic, depending on its reception. Positive feedback is appreciated and I hope I can make it a fun ride. If you like it pretty please click the like button. If you don't like it, please explain why and help me to improve as a writer.