Pinkie Pie sat on an exquisitely decorated throne in front of a draped table in the middle of Sugarcube Corner. Party balloons and streamers filled the air, floating from place to place like a small ocean. The small shop now stretched far and wide to accommodate the odd party: Pinkie Pie herself, and a giant, mean-looking purple dragon.
Pinkie Pie took another sip of sarsaparilla from her slender glass. She hesitated for a moment, then lowly looked up at her guest. The giant beast scowled back at her in complete silence.
"Do not hesitate, good sir," Pinkie Pie scaredly gestured towards the small glass in front of the dragon. "Sample a taste of our finest-funnest beverage! It is of a most delicate most bubbliest-ever taste that you shall not regret partaking..." she paused, biting her lip. "Er, was it what when- Oh! On my honour!"
The dragon lowered his head, scowling at the glass, then turned back to glare at Pinkie Pie again. She uncomfortably adjusted herself a little.
Pinkie Pie waited a moment. Awkward silence still hung in the air.
She sighed and swept her glass off the table with her hoof.
"Oh, pray tell, why does it never work?" she asked no one in particular with bitter regret.
The engraved glass gently hung in the air, reflecting the colourful decorations around it. A second later, and it slowly accelerated down towards the floor underneath.
The dream faded into nothing with a faint crack of broken glass. Once again Pinkie Pie lay in her unkempt bed, back in reality, confused and bewildered.