Rebecca Jamison

Well, at least I am who I was last night, you think to yourself. And I seem to be wearing the same clothes I did last night.

You groggily climb out of bed, and look about the meadow. It looked like one of those cartoon meadows that you expect to see Snow White or Cinderella traipsing through in a Disney full length animated movie. As soon as you get out of the bed, it disappears, leaving you standing in the middle of a meadow ringed by trees.

A glint of the sun reflecting off of something catches your eye. You go to check it out. Just inside the forest you find a standing, full length mirror with a dress hanging off a limb nearby. The dress looks like something straight from...