The Antler Room

You are dreaming. You know that you are dreaming, and you know that you may not wake. Walls of horn surround you but recede from touch. There are doors ahead, each promising revelation. And a distant thought threatens: You are not dreaming. You are awake and you may not sleep for fear of forgetting again.

Some doors will open for you; whatever lies ahead will be better than the mad whispers here.