Scootaloo is like most ponies her age, minus her lack of a cutie mark, and like most ponies she has dreams. However, one night a peculiar series of events make the orange filly question her very sanity. Can she tell the difference between what is real and what is just her imagination?

Inspired by the song 'Interstellar Overdrive' by Pink Floyd

My first serious fic so constructive criticism is very much appreciated.