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...The oil lamp was lit, and the room was dim. I reached for the paper to see what it said. It seemed to be the same feel and thickness of fortune cookie, paper, and with the same small, red lettering as well, but it was larger, as if two had been stuck together horizontally. The text on the paper was strange, and started out as a sort of poem, but as it read on, it got less coherent, with sentences becoming random combinations of words assembled in no particular order. I went to the beginnin...

...I went to the beginning of the paper to read again, but the text had changed, the original poem was gone and all that remained in its place were long chains of maddening sentences. I realized I must be dreaming, as I could probably not remember the poem, and my mind replaced the words in the beginning as a result. I turned to leave the bedroom, and the room before started changing as well. It flashed between the original room with the CRT television, and Goku's dining room from the fir...

... and Goku's dining room from the first dream. I knew that the way out of the dimension was closing, and so if I wanted to get out, now would be the time to leave, or else I would be trapped in this place... Then I remembered once more that I was dreaming, and that in the worst case scenario, I could will myself out of the odd world I was exploring... and I didn't want to stop exploring yet. I waited for the room to flash back tot he room with the television, and entered, looking be...