Day of Dreams: Where Dreams Come From

Set to "We Have Forgotten" (5:07)

A fanciful notion of the origin of dreams.

Concept Art


The night sky and a small town in the gentle hills and rolling meadows.


Winged horses and other characters, an old palomino horse, minor human characters, a wise old elf.

"Dream Symbol" Placement

The horses’ foreheads.

The Story

A summer night like any other it seems, the moon shines through wispy clouds as the camera shows a side view of flight. The edge of a wing of chestnut feathers flaps down and then rises to the opening notes of the song. Gradually the camera angle zooms outward to reveal not a bird, but a great winged horse with strange symbols and shapes covering its wings. The camera slowly moves around this Pegasus, allowing the audience to capture all its features, including the dream symbol upon its forehead. The horse's flight takes it over a small town nestled in a quiet valley amongst gently rolling hills and fields.

There seem to be two main types of these flying horses. The lighter colored horses with feathered wings carry good dreams, whilst the darker and more ominous bat-winged type carry such dreams that they might be aptly named "night-mares"! The nightmares emerge from the shadows of the hills, streaming toward the town with the intent to disturb the peaceful slumber of the inhabitants. They engage in an elegant battle in the sky, almost a dance more than a fight, each attempting to drive the others away as they spiral and swirl through the air.

Many of the nightmares are defeated and fly back to the darkness. The victorious dream horses begin their duties. One horse is brought into focus, after successfully sending away the nightmare it had battled. It swoops down in a dive and the camera view follows over its back as it descends swiftly toward a house, turning up at the last moment with a powerful flap of its wings. The symbols seem to slide off like a mist and filter into the home. The horse soars back into the air, and now with a wider view of the night sky, an entire herd of these majestic creatures is seen in the sky, each diving down to a home to unload its mystic cargo.

Several individual homes are shown more closely as the magical mists seep inside. As it enters the minds of the slumbering occupants within, it becomes clear that these odd ghostly vapors the horses deliver are in fact peoples' dreams.

The view switches to a horse paddock at the edge of the town, where an old palomino horse watches the pegasi as they fly. It can see them since animals, not as burdened with daylight thoughts, are able to see the mystical creatures of the world. It turns around, closing its eyes and hanging its head with a sigh, wishing to be of them, up in the clouds.

One of the smaller dream horses is knocked to the ground by a powerful nightmare. The old horse sees this and is concerned.

The nightmare drops down upon the downed dream carrier with all four hooves knocking it over before it can recover and sending a flurry of feathers from the poor dream horse’s broken wings. With all the strength his tired, weather-beaten body can muster, he leaps over the fence and kicks the nightmare away, finding that it is weaker than he expects since it is not much more than an ephemeral entity while he is quite material. He nudges the dream horse, but the nightmare had damaged it too badly and the dream simply collapses into a rapidly vanishing sheet of stardust.

The old horse is saddened and bows its head, but suddenly it hears a sound and looks up with a start. When the horse opens its eyes, there before it is an old elf carrying a vine-enwrapped wooden staff, tall and with trailing silvery robes and about his body, the faint glow of silver starlight.

The horse immediately bows before this noble being, for it knows from the tales told among all the horse kind that he is the Master of Dreams, the one who chooses horses for the purpose of delivering dreams to humans. The Master of Dreams glides toward the horse and strokes its mane, then appears to ask a question. The horse's ears perk and it nods eagerly. With a smile the elf stands back and waves his staff in front of the horse. The horse shies, strains, and grows young and strong again! With a flurry of feathers, wings burst from its shoulders and spread forth.

When the transformation is completed the horse takes a few moments to examine itself in the moonlit reflection of its watering trough. And it seems extremely pleased with what is sees! Leaping into the air and soaring over the field, the horse gallops through the air with joy before landing before the elf again. The elf reaches down to the nearly vanished pile of glittering dust, the remains of the previous dream horse, takes up a tiny quantity of this dust upon his index and middle fingers, then anoints the horse’s forehead. The dream symbol appears to spiral out from where the elf's fingers touch and upon the horse's wings the dream images flow like a stream until they cover the feathers.

The elf steps back, with a nod that indicates the horse is now ready to carry his first cargo of dreams to someone in the world. The horse at last takes full flight and joins the great herd in the sky as they carry out their mission in the night. The new and strong dream horse aids the others in driving the nightmares back into the shadows from whence they came, after which the scene shifts to the rear as the horse dives down and his dreams are sent to a young boy. As the horse flies back up, it looks back with a smile. Then it rejoins the herd as they fly off into the west with the earliest hints of dawn appearing behind them.