What if our dreams allow to glimpse other worlds? What if extraterrestrial creatures can stumble upon our world in their dreams? What if a link becomes more stable?

Three mad scientists (mad in the clinical sense) decided to test some theory about user interface on a random man from the street. Namely, me, a part-time waitress. Then a guy doing forensics for police forced me to eat a breath mint. Which turned out to be an evidence — unknown designer drug. I fell asleep and woke up in Ponyville. It was a nice dream, and I even regretted when it was over. But then...

"Teen" for dangerous substance misuse and possible graphic descriptions of mental disorders and treatment procedures.

On hiatus for now. David Silver started the story with a similar idea, and seems to be doing it better.