And here is the final chapter Lucid Dream: Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory. Thank you all, new readers and old fans, for taking the time to read this. At the chapter's end, you'll find what I have planned next for the series. But for now, please enjoy the end of this story.

The next stop was the Wonkamobile. It certainly looked like it came out of a Seuss story. Or a very creative mind. It had the large copper tank, the great brass horn that pointed to the front seat, and the tall stack that the driver's seat was connected to. Oompa Loompas were pouring out bottles into the tank.

"Behold the Wonkamobile," Wonka said. "A thing of beauty is a joy forever. Places, please, the dance is about to begin. Better grab a seat, they're going fast."

"Mr. Wonka, what are they filling it up with?" Charlie asked.

Wonka climbed up to the driver's seat. "Oh, ginger ale, ginger pop, ginger beer, beer bubbles, bubble-ade, bubble cola, double cola, double bubble burp-a-cola, and all the crazy carbonated stuff that tickles your nose. Few people realize what tremendous power there is in one of those things."

Charlie and I climbed into the back seats while Mike and Mrs. Teevee took the front.

"Everybody set?" Wonka asked, pulling on some levers and starting up the engine.

"Is this gonna go fast, Martha?" Charlie asked.

"We're about to find out," I replied.

"Now hold on tight," said Wonka. "I'm gonna really open her up this time and see what she can do."

The Wonkamobile puttered forward. The machine puffed and churned. Soda suds began to bubble up from the copper tank.

"Swift than eagles!" Wonka called out. "Stronger than lions!"

I was braced for it, but it still surprised me a little. The stack erupted in white foam followed by the Teevees screaming from up front. Charlie and I got doused immediately after. I heard Charlie call my name, but I didn't call him back because managed to inhale some of the soda suds. It tasted like ginger.

"Must be a leak in the distilling tubes," Wonka said calmly.

The entire Wonkamobile was doused in soda suds and we were leaving a trail of it behind us.

Above us, Wonka was singing in German, I assumed. "Martha! Martha! Du entschwandest."

Okay, when I picked out my name for this dream, I didn't remember this. Honestly, I couldn't make out much he was making because the Teevees were screaming in horror at being covered in foam.

"It's getting in my eye!" Mike yelled.

Charlie flung some foam in my direction and I threw some right back.

"Oh, it's even in my shoes!" Mrs. Teevee screamed. "I'm soaked. It'll never come out!"

"It's sticking to my gun!" complained Mike.

There was another blast of foam. I shook it out of my hair the best I could.

"Oh, my, dress, my hair, my face!" bemoaned Mrs. Teevee. "I'm sending you the cleaning bill, Mr. Wonka!"

I heard a whirling sound and the foam was sucked off us and we were quickly dried.

"I'm dry cleaned!" Mrs. Teevee cried out in surprise.

There was a loud squeaking noise like an old door that was in desperate need of some WD-40.

"Hey, Martha, what was that we just went through?" Charlie asked, looking behind him.

Wonka brought the Wonkamobile to a stop. "Hsawaknow."

"Is that Japanese?" Mrs. Teevee asked.

"No, that's 'Wonkawash' spelled backwards," he replied.

Because why not?

"That's it, ladies and gentlemen. The journey is over." Wonka climbed down from the driver's seat.

"Let's do it again, Mr. Wonka," Charlie said excitedly.

I smiled and tried to put my hair back in order.

"You mean that's as far as it goes?" asked Mrs. Teevee.

"Couldn't we have walked?" asked Mike.

Wonka paused and looked at him. "If the Good Lord had intended us to walk, he wouldn't have invented roller skates."

Good answer.

Wonka went over to the coat hooks in front of us and pulled down white jumpsuits and handed them to us. "Now would you all put these on? We have to be very careful. There's dangerous stuff inside."

We pulled on the jumpsuits over our clothes the best we could. I adjusted the goggles on my forehead and tucked my hair under the cowl. I straightened out the sleeves before putting the gloves on and noticed the gold athletic stripe going down the sides of the sleeves, sides, and legs.

"Everybody ready?" Wonka asked, wearing a jumpsuit of his own. He wore his top hat and had his cane in hand, the only things that weren't white. "Now, like the inventing room, don't touch a thing."

He opened the door and we entered the room.

It was a stark white television studio and depth perception was almost impossible. Oompa Loompas in matching jumpsuits stood by white computers. Their orange faces, gold stripes, and poms on their shoes were the only things giving away their positions. There was a giant camera aimed at a platform. Honestly, the camera's lenses reminded me of a face. Anyone else see a Bellsprout or a Peashooter from Plants vs. Zombies? Just me? Okay.

"Wonkavision: my very latest and greatest invention," Wonka proclaimed.

"It's television," said Mike.

"Uh, it's Wonkavision," Wonka corrected. "Now I supposed you all know how ordinary television works. You photograph something and -."

"Sure, I do," Mike interrupted. "You photograph something, and then the photograph is split up into millions of tiny pieces, and they go whizzing through the air down to your TV set where they're all put together again in the right order."

Wonka leaned down slightly to him. "You should open your mouth a little wider when you speak." He straightened up and addressed us. "So I said to myself, 'If they can do it with a photograph, why can't it do it with a bar of chocolate?'"

A group of Oompa Loompas carried a five foot Wonka Bar to the platform under the camera.

"I shall now send this chocolate bar from one end of the room to the other," said Wonka. "It has to be big because whenever you transmit something by television, it always ends up smaller on the other end. Goggles on, please."

We all put our goggles on.

"Lights . . . camera . . . action!" Wonka called.

There was a bright flash of light and Mrs. Teevee screamed.

"You can remove your goggles," Wonka told us.

We took our goggles off to see that the giant chocolate car was gone.

"Where's the chocolate?" Charlie asked.

Wonka motioned with his cane. "It's flying over our heads in a million pieces."

I looked up and saw digital particles above our heads. It was just the special effects of the time, but it was still kinda cool to look at.

Wonka led us across the room to a small television set. "Now watch the screen." He began turning the knobs. The television screen beeped and booped and slowly an image of a Wonka Bar appeared.

"There it is," Wonka said. "Take it."

"How can you take it?" asked Mike. "It's just a picture."

Wonka turned to Charlie. "All right, you take it."

Charlie reached up and took the chocolate bar from the screen. "It's real."

"Taste it; it's delicious," said Wonka. "It's just gotten smaller, that's all."

Charlie unwrapped it and took a bite. "It's perfect," he said in awe. He broke off a piece and handed it to me.

I quickly put it in my mouth so it didn't melt on the white gloves. It was just as good as a normal bar was because it was a normal bar.

"It's unbelievable," Mrs. Teevee.

"It's a TV dinner," said Mike.

"It certainly will change things," I said.

"Mr. Wonka, can you send other things? Not just chocolate, I mean," said Mike.

"Anything you like," said Wonka.

"What about people?" Mike asked.

"People?" Wonka thought about it for a moment. "Hmm . . . I don't really know. I suppose I could. Yes, I'm sure. I'm pretty sure I could. But it might have some messy results."

Mike dashed over to the giant camera. "Look at me; I'm gonna be the first person in the world to be sent by television!" He jumped up on the platform.

"Mike, get away from that thing!" yelled Mrs. Teevee.

"Stop, don't, come back . . ." Wonka pretended to try to stop.

"Lights, camera, action!" Mike yelled.

I grabbed Charlie and tucked his face into to my chest and shielded my own eyes with my one arm against the bright flash.

"Mike! Where are you?" cried Mrs. Teevee.

"Up there in a million pieces," I answered. I pulled Charlie back. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he said with a nod.

Mrs. Teevee looked up at the particles. "Mike! Are you there?"

"No good shouting here," said Wonka. "Watch the screen."

Mrs. Teevee ran over to the TV and Wonka fiddled with it, trying to pull in the reception.

"Mike!" Mrs. Teevee called at the screen. "Why's it taking so long?"

"A million pieces take a long time to put together," Charlie replied.

"Oh, where are they?" fretted Mrs. Teevee.

"There's definitely something coming through," said Wonka.

"Is it Mike?" Mrs. Teevee asked, looking at the image fading in.

"Well it's hard to tell, but -," Wonka started.

Mike appeared on the screen.

Mrs. Teevee let out a wail at his shrunk form.

"Oh, jeez," I muttered.

"Look at me, everybody; I'm the first person in the world to be sent by television!" he said waving his arms in the air. He looked around. "Wow, what a wild trip that was. It's the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. Am I coming in clear? Hey, Mom, I said, 'Am I coming in clear?'"

"Great," said Wonka. "He's completely unharmed."

"You call that unharmed?" shrieked Mrs. Teevee.

It could be so much worse.

"Wow, that was something," said Mike, climbing down from the screen and onto the table. "Can I do it again?"

"No, there'll be nothing left!" cried Mrs. Teevee.

"Don't worry about a thing, Mom," Mike brushed off. "I feel fine. I'm famous. I'm a TV star. Wait 'till the kids back home hear about this."

Mrs. Teevee picked him up by the back of the jumpsuit. "Nobody's gonna here about this."

"Where are you taking me?" Mike cried. "I don't want to go in there!"

Mrs. Teevee put him in her purse. "Be quiet." She held the purse up to Mr. Wonka. "Well . . ."

Wonka waved over an Oompa Loompa and took the purse. "Well, fortunately small boys are extremely springing and elastic." He gave the purse long swings back and forth, making Mrs. Teevee nervous. "So I think we'll put him in my special taffy-pulling machine. That should do the trick."

"T-taffy . . ." Mrs. Teevee stuttered.

Wonka handed the purse over to the Oompa Loompa. "To the taffy-pulling room. You'll find the boy in his mother's purse. But be extremely careful."

The Oompa Loompa patted Wonka's arm to get his attention again to whisper in his ear.

"T-taffy pull – what's he saying?" Mrs. Teevee asked.

"No, no, I won't hold you responsible," Wonka told the Oompa Loompa.

Mrs. Teevee fell back in a faint. I caught her, but she was heavy.

"And now, my dearest lady, it's time to say goodbye," said Wonka, taking her one arm and taking some of the strain off me.

Mrs. Teevee let out a moan.

"No, no, don't speak," said Wonka. "For some moments in life there are no words. Run along now."

We shifted her over to a pair of Oompa Loompas. They dragged the moaning woman out of the room.

"Adieu, adieu, parting is such sweet sorrow," said Wonka.

The other Oompa Loompas began pacing around the room.

"Oompa Loompa doompadee doo."

They froze in place and began to dance.

"I've got another puzzle for you
"Oompa Loompa doopadah dee
"If you are wise you'll listen to me
"What do you get from a glut of TV?
"A pain in the neck and an I.Q. of three
"Why don't you try simply reading a book
"Or could you just not bear to look?
"You'll get no
"You'll get no
"You'll get no
"You'll get no
"You'll get no commercials
"Oompa Loompa doompadee dah
"If you're not greedy you will go far
"You will live in happiness too
"Like the
"Oompa
"Oomap Loompa doompadee do."

We left the Wonkavision room and took off our jumpsuits. Since we didn't take the Fizzy Lifting Drinks, I figured the next part would go much like the Burton version and the book. After all, Charlie didn't take the Fizzy Lifting Drinks in either version, didn't even go into the room in fact, so it would make sense that Wonka would turn around and then congratulate Charlie for being the only child left.

"So much to do, so much to do," said Wonka, taking some letters out of a box. "Invoices and bills, letters . . . I must answer that note from the queen."

"Mr. Wonka, what's going to happen to the other kids? Augustus, Veruca?" Charlie asked.

"My dear boy, I promise you they'll be quite all right," said Wonka. "When they leave here, they'll be completely restored to their normal, terrible old selves. But maybe they'll be a bit wiser for the wear. Anyway, don't worry about them."

Wonka opened the door marked "Wonka" in big gold letters, along with the many titles of he held in the company.

Something was wrong. This was playing out like the end of the original movie. What happened? Did I mess something up?

"Mr. Wonka, what do we do now?" I asked.

"Oh, yes, well, I hope you enjoyed yourselves," said Wonka. "Excuse me for not showing you out. Straight up the stairs. You'll find the way. I'm terribly busy. Whole day wasted. Goodbye to you both. Goodbye." He shook our hands and went into his office.

Charlie looked up at me, confused. "What happened? Did we do something wrong?"

"I don't know, Charlie," I said, just as perplexed. "But let's find out."

I opened the door and went into the office.

Every object was cut in half: the clock, the typewriter, the sink and towel holder in the corner, the cabinet, the coat rack where his purple coat was hanging from, the desk Wonka was working at, the chair he sat in, the bust that held his hat, the paintings hanging from the walls . . . wait . . .

Above Wonka's desk was a half painting of a very familiar pastel tea set. That was my painting! Why that little . . .

I composed myself, preparing myself for what was coming. I went over to Wonka. "Mr. Wonka.

"I am extraordinarily busy, madam," he responded almost coldly.

"I was just going to ask about the chocolate. The lifetime supply of chocolate, for Charlie," I said. "When does he get it?"

"He doesn't," replied Wonka, not looking up from what he was writing.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because he broke the rules," Wonka replied.

"What rules?" I asked. "We didn't break any rules, did we, Charlie?"

Wonka turned around in his chair. "Wrong, madam, wrong! Under Section Thirty-Seven B of the contract signed by him it states quiet clearly that all offers shall become null and void if – and you can read it for yourself in this photostatic copy." He got up and took a paper out of the cabinet. "'I, the undersigned, shall forfeit all rights, privileges, and licenses herein and herein contained, et cetera, et, cetera, et cetera . . . fax mentis incendium gloria culpum, et cetera, et cetera . . . memo bis punitor delicatuem!'" He all but slammed the paper down his desk. "It's all there, black and white, clear as crystal! You stole Fizzy Lifting Drinks. You bumped into the ceiling which now has to be washed and sterilized, so you get nothing! You lose! Good day, madam!" He turned back to the paperwork on his desk.

I was taken aback. We never did that. Yes, I tempted Charlie to see what he would do with the Fizzy Lifting Drink, but neither of us had touched the bottle. Even if he had failed my test, I still wouldn't have let him drink it.

The Oompa Loompa. He must have told Wonka about us staying behind in the Fizzy Lifting Drink room. But he was around long enough to see me fall, he knew.

"What evidence do you have?" I asked. "We didn't steal anything. We never touched those bottles! You're just going to assume something happened and not ask our side of the story? Are you that jaded with people that you automatically assume the worst? That's it? Well, the prize goes to you for building up a little boy's hopes and dreams and smashing them to pieces. Way to teach him about the world, Mr. Wonka."

Wonka whirled around. "I said good day!" he shouted. He then turned back to the desk.

I turned on my heel. "Come on, Charlie." I took the shocked boy's shoulder and steered him to the door. If things were going to play out like this, I knew what I needed to do. "We'll get even. If Slugworth wants a Gobstopper, he'll get one."

I opened the door, intending to step out, but Charlie didn't follow me. He slowly turned around and walked over to Wonka. He stopped next to Wonka and put his hand in his pocket.

"Mr. Wonka," he said. He withdrew his hand and set the Everlasting Gobstopper on the desk before walking away.

I looked over Charlie's shoulder as he walked back to me. I watched Wonka's hand move and close over the Gobstopper.

"And so shines a good deed on a weary world," Wonka said quietly.

I smiled.

Wonka whipped around his the chair. "Charlie."

Charlie turned.

Wonka smiled and got up. "My boy. You won! You did it! You did it!" Wonka picked Charlie up and spun him around. "I knew you would! I just knew you would!" He put him back down. "Oh, Charlie, forgive me for putting you through this. Please, forgive me. Come in, Mr. Wilkinson."

Another door opened and "Slugworth" came through.

"Charlie, meet Mr. Wilkinson," said Wonka.

"Pleasure," said the man.

"Slugworth!" Charlie gasped.

"No, not Slugworth. He works for me," Wonka told him.

"For you?" Charlie asked, still very confused.

"I had to test you, Charlie," explained Wonka. "And you passed the test. You won!"

"What did he win?" I asked.

"The jackpot, my dear lady, the grand and glorious jackpot!" Wonka cried out.

"The chocolate?" Charlie asked, excitedly.

"The chocolate, yes, the chocolate, but that's just the beginning," said Wonka. He grabbed his hat, coat, and cane. "We have to get on, we have get on; we have so much time and so little to do." He paused. "Strike that. Reverse it. This way please!"

He led us over to another door.

"We'll take the Wonkavator," he said. Wonka pressed a button and the sliding door opened up to the gold and glass pod. He pulled opened its door. "Step in, Charlie. Miss Martha, dear."

Charlie and I stepped inside. The Wonkavator was covered in buttons on every inch of space that wasn't a window. Wonka followed us, closing the door securely behind him. He stowed his cane and looked at us.

"This is the great glass Wonkavator," he said.

"It's an elevator," I said, playing off that I didn't know.

"It's a Wonkavator," corrected Wonka. "The elevator can only go up and down, but the Wonkavator can go sideways and slantways and longways and backways . . ."

"And frontways?" asked Charlie.

"And squareways and frontways," Wonka added, nodding, "and any other ways you can think of. It can take you to any room in the whole factory just by pressing one of these buttons. Just press a button and zing! You're off. And up until now I've pressed them all . . . except one. This one." He pointed to a button above Charlie's head. It was different from the others as it had a red ring around it. "Go ahead, Charlie."

"Me?" asked Charlie.

Wonka nodded.

Charlie reached up and pressed the button.

The Wonkavator immediately came to life. The three of us sat down on the floor as the Wonkavator shot upwards.

"There it goes!" Wonka said with a look of excitement. "Hold on tight. I'm not exactly sure what's going to happen."

Charlie looked a little apprehensive.

Wonka looked at something above my head. "Faster, faster, if we don't pick up enough speed, we'll never get through."

"Get through what?" asked Charlie.

"Ah-ha," Wonka said, pointing up.

"You can't be serious," I said. "You don't mean . . ."

"Up and out," Wonka finished for me.

"Wonka, you said this is made of glass," I reminded him, putting a note of panic in my voice. "This will shatter!"

"Probably," Wonka said, not worried in the least.

He looked at the gauge again. "Hold on, everybody. Here it comes!"

The Wonkavator crashed through the roof with a loud sound and flew into the sky.

Across from me, Charlie was relieved.

"You did it, Mr. Wonka!" I cried out.

"Get up. Take a look," said Wonka.

Charlie and I stood up and looked out the windows at the many terracotta colored rooftops below.

"Martha, our town looks so pretty from up here," said Charlie.

"I think I see your house," I told him.

"Wow," said Charlie. "There's my school, Martha."

We took a few moments to look at the town below us. I managed to pick out my apartment from up here.

"How do you like the chocolate factory, Charlie?" Wonka asked.

I turned my attention back to Wonka and Charlie.

Charlie looked away from the view. "I think it's the most wonder place in the whole world."

"I'm very pleased to hear you say that," Wonka said. "Because I'm giving it to you."

Charlie stared at Wonka in shock.

"That's all right, isn't it?" Wonka asked.

"You're going to give it to him?" I asked.

"I can't go on forever, and I don't really want to try," Wonka went on. "So, who can I trust to run the factory when I leave and take care of the Oompa Loompas for me? Not a grownup. A grownup would want to do everything his own way, not mine. That's why I decided a long time ago I had to find a child. A very honest, loving child to whom I can tell all my most precious candy making secrets."

"And that's why you sent out the Golden Tickets," said Charlie.

"That's right," said Wonka. "So the factory's yours, Charlie; you can move in immediately."

"What about his -?" I began.

"The whole family," said Wonka. "I want you to bring them all."

Charlie hugged Wonka.

"But Charlie," Wonka said, pushing him back a little, "don't forget what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he always wanted."

"What happened?" asked Charlie.

Wonka smiled. "He lived happily ever after."

Charlie hugged Wonka again.

I smiled at them. I turned my attention to the blue sky and white clouds. The end credits song played in my ears.

"If you want to view paradise
"Simply look around and view it
"Anything you want to, do it
"Want to change the world
"There's nothing to it
"There is no life I know
"To compare with pure imagination
"Living there
"You'll be free
"If you truly wish to be."

The world faded to black around me. I would say this was a very successful vacation. Now I wonder: what will my next dream be?

Another end of another dream. It's been a blast seeing how many people have enjoyed this story and this series. I know I wouldn't have done anything with Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory if I hadn't come up with Lucid Dream. Anyway, the dreamer had a fun vacation and now it's time to be getting back to work. Those who have dread the full series remember the first entry took place in a horror game. Now I won't be going back to Until Dawn, that is over and done. Instead, the dreamer will be going to another horror video game I enjoyed Let's Players play. Anyone interested in joining the dreamer in The Evil Within?