Sweet Dreams Are Made of These...                      -      -      - 
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  You step into what would seem to be an ordinary room, yet instantly all
your senses tell you it is not.  A dry and dense mist fills the air, parting
the way for you as you move through the room.  A strange floating feeling
comes over you as your senses are denied the normal boundaries of walls and
floor.  Silver sparkles flutter around you aimlessly, daring you to reach
out and grab them.  Delicate, inaudible whispers tickle your ears and your
mind fills with clouded visions.  This must be a dream.  Hopefully you can
find your way back to the door when you need to.