I wake up, still in the rusty bathroom from before. Had this not been a dream, was this some kind of black voodoo the witch had cast upon me. I got up, woozy from the giant cut on the top of my head. It hurt like a razor, slowly edging my head into a state of overall hurt.
I looked around, was this all a dream and the witch was just messing with me. I went into the next room. The room was painted all black, the other door nowhere to be seen. No windows, and the only furniture was a mahogany dresser in front of me. It was some "The Lion, the WITCH, and The Wardrobe" shit. I had no idea what to think. I started walking forward, no clue what was to become of me. I walked to the wall, touching it. The was bended. It bended inwards, then outwards, as a giant pot of jelly would. I punched it, trying to reassure myself I had just bent a wall. Sure enough, it bent, this time even shattered like a plastic form of glass.
I peered through my giant hole, trying to see what I had done. All the way through the wall I could see images, but they were moving like a movie. I looked down, one was of a man being ripped in half, the other was of some different horses. These horses were running off a cliff, knocking something that looked like rocks off with them, as they plunged into the sharp rocks on the foot of the cliff.
I then heard the witches voice, as it boomed in the room like an announcement at school. "CHOOSE YOUR FATE!" Another one of the old school witch things I guess. I looked down, through the different pictures. I looked for home. Not home as in my house, but somewhere other than that cursed table on Earth I could go. I looked, the pictures moving in a circle as if an optical illusion. I saw places like ancient Egypt, with people getting whipped into a pulp, and what looked like the future, with houses on mars. I looked for what seemed like hours, knowing whatever I picked was my fate. I saw places that didn't exist, one said idea, one looked like the world "Avatar" took place on, and one almost even looked like a "Star Wars" movie.
I finally saw it, Obama's inauguration. It was a long shot, as I saw it was covered by pictures of hell, the future, and worlds I couldn't possibly imagine. I knew I had to try for it, its a hard shot but I could do it. I dove out my hole, and fell. It wasn't a walk, it was a full on, plummet straight down. I drifted left, then right, learning my way around the obstacles they call Earth. I saw my window, just left of me, any slip up and I'd be done. I flew right, then immediately turned left, the right move was to gain momentum. I flew left, almost too fast to control. I flew, and flew, and as I approached the window, I was coming in hot. I then took my shot, I flew towards it. I went to hit it, I aimed correctly, and hit it...
