Today started of as a good day. I got to go back home in New York City from the born this way ball and cook with my mom and younger sister because well...I'm Italian.
But one thing still bugs me from a dream I had last night on the plane ride home. Maybe it was the massive amounts of wine that caused it but, I had a dream that I woke up in a strange place where there were talking ponies and one of them was like the white coated,purple maned toy I made into my own personal highway unicorn. But I just remembered something, that dream WAS no dream! It was real!!!
A few weeks earlier...
A bright light gets shined into my eyes I react somewhat like this
Ten Minutes Later...
I'm just wanderin' around ponyville when I get knocked to the ground.
To Be continued...that's if I'm not