This time, You dream a good dream.
Why you're asleep, you aren't quite sure yourself; why, you were sure prior to being asleep that you were very much awake! But you are very sure this is a dream, and very sure it is going to be a good one because it is calm and peaceful and because there is a lot of colour and in front of you is a trail. This is probably a treasure dream.
You casually follow the path of treasure - there's no need to rush the dreamscape setting of things - until you reach an odd burrow, perhaps; a strange outcropping in the middle of the rolling grass. Why, this might even be a hole! There's no telling how deep that hole goes, and a part of you avoids it - but another part, the more adventurous part, asks why should you avoid it? You clearly didn't walk this far or have this dream not to go down a perfectly good rabbit hole, and before you know it you hop in - and the next second you are falling.
Down,
down,
down you go,
down the rabbit hole and then-
- THUD. A little bottle lies in front you, nice and black with a big red label.
DRINK ME
Now, there was always the option not to drink it - but you just spent all that effort walking down that path, debating over the rabbit hole and falling all the way down with those knives and forks and sharp things and even tablecloths and teapots, and it was a lot of effort and you definitely didn't come all the way just to wait and hope for something else. Indeed, this was a dream, and you were very much aware it was a dream; and since you could wake up at any point in time, there was really no risk in drinking a dream thing, right?
So you drink it.
And then everything goes black.
