Night of the Dreamhorse

One warm summer night I get up and go to the window. Down below, illuminated by the moon is a gray, telepathic horse. He is telling me, telepathically to come down and go for a ride. "What the?" I think. "Never mind, I'm a dreamhorse," he thinks back.

Downstairs, outside I get up on the dreamhorse's back and we go for a quiet (no clip clops on dreamhorses) ride down the street. As we progress, I notice all sorts of glowing creatures in the neighbors' yards. "Those are the spectral beings," explains the dreamhorse. "They're always here at night, you just usually can't see them." "Oh, yeah..." I think.

We go for a nice long ride and have a mental chat about "the nature of things". Then we return and I get some quality shut-eye.

Thank you, Mr Dreamhorse.