I sprint down the basement corridor, desperately seeking the door I know is near.
I skid to a stop at the sight of some college kids nailing a piece of plywood over a small square hole near the floor.
"What are you doing?!" I shriek.
Pushing them aside, I tear the plywood off and peer through the hole. THIS IS IT.
"We don't even know how to use it," the boy complains.
"I do."
I scramble through the hole and toward the domed tent inside. It's white and covered in multicolored Os. Two control panels are mounted on a nearby wall.
I pound the panel and rush into the tent. Nothing. Ah, right - I remember this. I used the left control to get here; I must need the right control now.
I slap the red button on the right, duck back into the tent and close my eyes as I feel a tug toward my navel.
SHHWOOOM! I'm in a dirty bathroom tiled with limestone.
The trick is to squeeze your body between the false wall and the real one. Then I'll be back to reality. I suck in my gut and push through the walls, facing one final room with one final closet.
At the back of the closet is a door; at the front, a chasm. I lay down and stretch my legs over the chasm (tossing my water bottle across for good measure).
With a sit-up of monumental strength, I reach the closet door. A monitor appears and a video congratulating me for making it to the end begins to play. My prize? The chance to take a survey and influence the plot of an upcoming sci-fi movie.
PRIZE? Screw the prize! I need to get out of here, and I'm not going backward through the whole course again!
I smash buttons all over the monitor, and finally the door slides open. I crawl through, emerging onto a sunny stone patio surrounded by glass doors. I have the three kittens in my hands; they're squirming like hell to get away.
"YOU TAKE THEM!" I rage as I throw the kittens at a dark-haired woman in a Victorian dress. Somehow I know her name is Violet.
"I'M LATE FOR MY SAXOPHONE LESSON!"
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This has been a retelling of my accidental Sunday-evening nap dream sequence, part ? Please take care to keep appendages to yourself as you exit my brain. I cannot be responsible for any injuries that might occur.