You had just come home from college, and you immediately went up to your room. Upon entering, you saw your younger sister watching the film The Wizard of Oz, and it brought a nostalgic smile to your face.

"I used to love that movie growing up." You said as you took a seat on your bed beside your sister, and you watched some of it together. After a while, she left to her own room, leaving you to finish it.

Soon, you began to feel... off. Like you had a really awful headache or something. So you laid down to try and sleep it off.

You awoke a few hours later, but something wasn't right. You were still in your room, but it didn't feel like you were home. Could this be..? No. That would be insane.

You got to your feet and went to your bedroom door. You creaked it open, and you were met with a remarkable sight. You were now in Oz.

You couldn't believe your eyes. Everything was straight from the film, from the Emerald City to the Yellow Brick Road. Curiosity eventually took over, and you stepped out of the confines of your room and began to explore.

As you walked along, you eventually reached a fork in the road, which was surrounded by a field, in which was a familiar Scarecrow that was attached to a pole.