Helloooo, anyone there... I don't like talking to myself... But you're talking to yourself now so you don't like what you're doing now, do you... Great, now I'm confused, don't burden the lovely readers with your annoying babble...How dare you call me annoying babble, I resent that, in fact I th... Oh shut up.

I apologise for my little voice, it's annoying. Anyway, the last chappy was very short but now im in wonderland things can get more interesting, but remember REVIEW, otherwise things don't happen... e.g.: writing.

Anyway, on with the show.

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Chapter 4: Down... up...down...through.

Falling, falling, losing light, all the time losing light, my eyes were so focused on the light that I wasn't seeing the things around me. The light was gone and all I felt now was panic, running through me faster the Husain Bolt in a sprinting race. I closed my eyes and told myself to wake up, that this was my dream again, not working. I pinched myself,

"OW!" I gasped, that really hurt.

Only now did I see what was floating around me, was that... no it couldn't be, a Blue Racoon on a typewriter, now I knew I was in a dream, there was no such thing, and I had had a dream with one in before. I let myself fall, not quite calmly, for I dreaded to think what would happen when this never ending fall came to a stop.

The sights I saw on the way down were amazing though, a rabbit running after a fox, a penguin flying in circles after the flying fish, a herd of cows jumping over moons... I looked around again, and then up, only to see a huge armchair about to fall on me... now this really made me panic, nothing like this was going to happen in a dream, so once again, I pinched myself, and again no use.

I fell some more, seeing only the things dreamers can see, and the realised that I could see something getting far too close for comfort, the floor. With the speed I was going, I was either going to go splat and never walk again, or go straight through the floor into god knows what. It seemed Gravity chose the latter option, and didn't listen to my screaming as I crashed through the floor with a almighty crash and hit something else with unsurprising force. I hadn't seen what I had fallen on, but I can tell you it hurt.

I opened my eyes to only see my silver blonde hair hanging in front of my face, again, this only convinced me even more that I was dreaming, for this was completely out of the ordinary. Suddenly I began to fall, so I closed my eyes tight shut and wished I was awake, I landed with a thump and sat up again. Great, I was now sitting uselessly on the floor.

I looked around at the circular room I was in, and saw something that pleased me, doors, great, a door out of this place. I got up quickly and ran to the first door, dammit, locked. I tried the next door, which looked like the door to our library at home, dammit, again, locked. I went to the next one, and the next, and the next, but all were locked. I sighed and slumped down against the wall, this just couldn't get any worse could it. I closed my eyes, breathed deeply and said to myself, 'Wake up, this is a dream, Wake up!' I opened my eyes again, still in the room, but it was different, in the centre was a table, wood with a glass top. I glanced around, nothing else had changed, I walked over to find a key smiling up at me. I don't mean, I was happy to see the key, I mean it had a face and was smiling at me. I picked it up, my fingers well away from its mouth so it couldn't bite me. I put it in the first door and turned it, the key gave a high pitched squeal, making me jump and drop it on the floor. I was guessing that this meant it was not the right door. I tried it in the next, and again the squeal came from its tiny mouth. I tried every one of the doors and never got a non-squealer, as I had decided to call them. I sighed again (I had been doing a lot of it in this room,) and turned to see a curtain. I pulled the red material back and saw a very small door. Well, it couldn't hurt to give it a try, even though there was no way in a month of Sundays I could ever fit through this door. I prepared myself to hear a squeal, but none came, instead, it smiled and the ting door swung open. Great, how was I going to fit through there?

I went back over to the table and put the key down next to the bottle. Hang on... there was definitely no bottle there before! I picked it up and read the small label on it...It read drink me. Well, there was nothing strange about that, I mean, who in the right mind would drink something that said drink me, the worst that could happen is it would kill you, but this was just a dream, so if I died, I woke up. I now had a great plan, drink the stuff, hope it killed me and wake up. Yep, great plan. I chugged the stuff down as fast as I could, it tasted foul. (I pushed the thought to the back of my mind telling me that I could not taste in dreams.) I put the bottle down and closed my eyes, no, not dead yet... or awake for that matter. I opened my eyes again and stood, then noticed something, I was getting smaller, or everything was getting bigger. The table was now ten times bigger than me. I sighed, again, now what. I looked at myself...hang one, I was small enough t fit through the door now. I ran over to the tiny door, or well, now the normal sized door, previously the tiny door, to find... it locked. I ran over to the table to get the key.

The Key just had to be on the table didn't it, the only place I couldn't reach. I sat and huffed at the bottom of the table. Now I was truly stuck. I looked around for another key... or tiny door. I didn't mind which. I glanced to my right and had to do a double take. There was a little me sized box, with a little square of what looked like chocolate cake. Yum, I thought, I hope there's cyanide in it, then I might just wake up from this wacky dream. I took a nice big mouthful of cake and dropped it on the floor. I was now beginning to grow... Yay, big enough to reach the table... wait I'm not stopping... I was growing and growing. I felt my head hit the ceiling and decided that I may have eaten to much cake, never mind, I could sort this.

I picked up the grinning key and the bottle, raised the shrinking potion to my lips and drank. Again it tasted foul, (still ignoring the voice in the head,) and I felt myself getting smaller. I kept tight hold of the key, and once I was fully shrunk, ran to the mini door. It opened and I ran out of the room, and decided never to go back there again.

Now I was out of the room and well away from the door I looked around, and was not happy with what I saw.

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