>go to bed at 10 pm but spend an hour or two with my eyes closed before i actually fall asleep
>i'm on a bike and participating in one of those mass bike races along a snaking 4 lane freeway with an absurd number of overpasses going overhead in a typical desert grassland
>i'm surrounded by 2 dozen ponies on their own bikes, but their bikes look like a cross between normal ones and those little red and yellow toy cars that attach to the front of shopping carts, picrel
>i can't recognize any of the ponies and they all have very serious expressions except for a purely lime green mare near me with aviator goggles and a giant determined grin that would not be out of place on rainbow dash's face
>we dodge and weave between cars and trucks for a while (we're somehow going faster)
>far ahead of us there is a flatbed with an onboarding ramp scraping on the asphalt making a super dense cloud of sparks behind it
>a stallion with carrot top's color palette approaches it and veers left into the cloud then spins out of control
>a car he spins in front of veers right into the flatbed
>there is a cascade of vehicles crashing and swerving everywhere ahead of us
>suddenly the scene is very different and i'm sitting in the driver's seat of a bus on the same freeway
>there is no steering wheel and behind me all the ponies are on bikes integrated into the floor
>the freeway is on a downhill slope and the bus is accelerating
>all the ponies are too short to see out of the windows so i have to call out directions like a navigator in a galley ship
>after more dodging and weaving i spot an exit to the right
>i direct the ponies onto the off-ramp
>we decelerate quickly and the exit bends into a u-turn which ends in a cul-de-sac circle just to the side of the freeway
>i open the bus doors and step off
>there are a couple big utility boxes and a little concrete shed at the end of the road so i walk up and open the door
>inside there's a janitor with george costanza hair wearing greasy coveralls sucking face with lyra among a bunch of mops and cleaning agents and shit
>they're really going at it
>i close the door and head back to the bus to let the ponies know
>i blink and i'm staring at my bedroom ceiling with a pounding headache and a century of eye boogers encrusting my eyelids
>mouth is parched like i've been mouthbreathing in the sahara
>blanket, pillow, and mattress cover laying on the floor by the wall on the far side of my bed
>6 pm