I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock buzzing and immediately notice the snow. “That’s strange.” I thought. “Why would I sleep in the snow, when I have a perfectly warm… bed?” It turns out that I am already in my bed, but it is snowing. At this point, my mother walks in. “Oh my, you must be sick, my dear. You have six fingers on your left hand. You have to stay home from school today, or Inigo Montoya might try and kill you.” She says. At this point I just accept everything. Physics does not apply in this realm. Reality does not exist, it is simply relative. I look around. The scene is completely different. I see a puppy, a pony, and a bowl of noodles all laid out in a straight line on a green field. Continue reading →