I felt weird for a moment, like something tickled my leg all the way to my back. I opened my eyes and saw that I wasn't in my messy room in my apartment. Instead, I was in a clean bedroom with green curtains, a bright orange rug, a large queen-size bed, and the bedroom wall was egg white. But that wasn't the strangest thing when I was laying down on the bed; when I looked at my hands, they were yellow.
Did someone spike my drink last night at the party? I thought
I got up from the bed and went into the bathroom, where I saw that my whole skin was yellow. It looked like I was straight out of the Simpsons. I still had my clothes from the previous night's party. My purple jacket, black and white baseball tee, black jeans, and white shoes. I'm trying not to freak out because all of this could be a lucid dream, and I've got to wake up. I walked out of the bathroom, and I decided to check out of the house. I left the bedroom and walked down the hall, where I saw that I was on the second floor of this room. I headed downstairs, and the whole house seemed normal.
When I heard the doorbell ring, I slowly walked up to it and opened it. On the other side, it was the Simpson family all smiling at me, with Marge holding a plate full of brownies.
"Weclome to the neighborhood," said Homer
Then I realized that I was in the Simpsons. Ah crap.