The spell-binding tales of NAH, The Non-Adventerous Human.

At least I’ve had my night-cap first.

That was my first thought as I looked into the eyes of the quadruped before me, some dark-blue horse-thingy with pegasus wings and a horn. Of course that wasn’t the weird part. No the weird part was the mane and tail of the horse-thingy. They didn’t consist of hair as I know it, but rather a free floating ethereal mass that seemed to contain the vastness of space.

I can only imagine the stupidity that would be occurring at this point if I hadn’t had my night-cap already.

The horse-thingy before me lowered its gaze.

“Pardon me,” the horse-thingy started.

I blinked. Is that thing speaking?

“But wherest art thou pants?”

I glanced down noticing my current attire then at my now empty glass that only moments ago held my night-cap.

“Well, I guess that isn’t helping with the stupidity,” I observed tossing the glass over my shoulder. “Please excuse me for a second.” I left and returned a second later sporting my pair of ridiculously awesome pants. Pants are important after all.

“Y’know a thought occurred to me,” I informed my equine guest. “You look like you don’t wear any clothing, let alone pants, yet you know about them. Not to mention you’re a talking horse with space hair. So I’m gonna take a wild guess and say that I’m having one messed up dream right about now.”

“Thou would be correct. Thou is in the realm of dreams. I-”

I held up my hand cutting the quadroped off. “So you are confirming that this is a dream.”

The horse-thingy shot me an irritated look before confirming my suspicions, “Yes. As I said before thou art in the realm of dreams. Now as I was saying I have- Hey! Where art thou going.”

“...”

“...”

“And what art thou doing? Is that a giant construct with some sort of cart for a head?”

“Yes. Yes it is.”

“And why is it filled with scantily clad women?”

“Bleeaat.”

“...And a goat?”

“Lucid dreaming. Your argument is invalid.”

“Hey now listen here! I came to ask for-”

“Not listening. Lucid dreaming. Now begone space-haired horse-thing of my imagination.”

“I am the Princess of the NIght. Thou cannot just send-”

POOF!

“LUUUCIIID DREAMING!”