The Dreamlands

A multicoloured track in the shape of an 8 was the first thing I saw. Then came the cheering and screaming crowds of adoring fans, then the flashing lights and camera snaps, and finally, the racers. They were in teams of two, a unique design of a filly riding on a mare's back to the finish line, though the track was littered with obstacles. The first team glowed; I could tell it was the dreaming mare. A rainbow-maned Pegasus with a smaller Pegasus with a mane of violet on it's back. Rose and violet eyes, and cyan and orange coats. Both had their wings tied to their backs with padded ropes to prevent any advantages. Next were two earth ponies, a stallion with a filly on it's back. The stallion had a jet-black mane and a bleach-white coat, his eyes ringed in a smoke-like grey, and his smile never wavering. He squinted with effort; I could tell that he was determined, as he almost closed his eyes with excitement. On his back, the filly was a cream colour with chocolate-brown eyes and a long, matching mane that was pulled into a braid. The next team consisted of unicorns, with their horns covered with soft, pillow-like coverage to prevent magical advantages. The Pegasus obviously wanted her success to be fair. The unicorns were both a soft blue, and had elegant eyes. The colt's eyes were a strong, piercing blue, while the mare's were a striking yet gentle shade of peach. The mare had light-pink hair with velvet-red streaks, while the colt's were the opposite. After observing the scene, I realized that the countdown was already 2 seconds in.

3

2

1

GO!

As expected the pegasi zapped forwards, and, in a second or two, were doing back-flips in happiness, clutching a golden trophy safely to their chests. I smiled as the happy scene faded into a soft, buzzing darkness, and I slowly lost consciousness as my soul traveled to another dream.