You're from Kansas, and you'd been dreaming about a place called Oz for years. Almost every time you had a dream, it was there. But there was one thing odd about it. You were never in the dream. You always watched from the sidelines as characters did crazy things. There was a REALLY pretty girl named Glinda, a wizard, and even a girl who was born green! It was the reason you went to bed so early every night, and the reason you took so long to wake up every morning.

Of course, you always viewed your dreams as just that. Dreams. Things that, unfortunately, didn't exist in the real world.

And then there was a tornado. You got caught out in said tornado, and lost consciousness pretty quickly after getting banged around a bit.

Somehow you survived, relatively unharmed, minus a few cuts and bruises. When you woke up, you saw something insane.

You were... in Oz?!

You recognized it from anywhere. It was easily the most- and only- magical place you'd ever dreamed of. For a moment, you assumed it to be a dream. But then you realized.

You weren't on the sidelines this time. You were completely, utterly, absolutely THERE.

You sat up and noticed a boy around your age leaning over you to look at you. He seemed confused.

"Um. You good? You kind of just... fell from the sky."