You look around as your eyes open. You should be in a dream, but it looks just like your shack. You see Fennel, Hilda, and Rosa are also there, in varying degrees of awake. Hilda seems to be the most lucid, and is the first to speak.
"Hey, I thought you said we were going in someone's dream, but everything looks the same to me!" She exclaims.
"Yes, but notice that the helmets and equipment are gone? We aren't actually in the shack, just someone's dream of it," Fennel explains while getting up. "However, there's no way to tell whose dream it is as of right now."
"Wait, didn't you choose the dream before we went in?" Rosa questions.
"No, our unconscious minds were simply attracted to one, with no true greater purpose. We'll just have to find out as we explore."
You start to worry. You're pretty sure this is your dream, seeing as how you are in your house. You recall a few dreams you've had before and fear what would happen if they saw them. Specifically you recall the many dreams you've had about Rosa. The dreams you've had about Hilda. The other dreams about Rosa that were a bit indulgent. The dreams you've had of some teachers even. The many, MANY ones you've had about Rosa that were... private in nature. You know that Hilda would never let you hear the end of it if she knew about them.
Rosa walks towards the door to check around outside, but is shocked by what she finds.
"Hey, there's no door here. How do we get out?" Everyone looks towards Rosa, then starts looking around the shack for an exit of any kind. You and Fennel start banging on the door and yelling, hoping someone will hear and be able to help. And indeed someone does.
The pleas for help are met with a loud booming in the distance. It happens at a fixed rate, and starts getting louder and louder. Eventually, the ground starts to slightly vibrate. You and the other girls look to Fennel, hoping she has some kind of answer, but she's just as lost as you all. You try to think rationally, but you're interrupted when a loud giggle pierces through your body. The shack starts to shake and soon light cuts through as the roof is lifted into the air. You and the others stare up in awe at the colossal figure.
It IS my dream! you think in horror, as you start to recognize the towering figure.
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