"Hello, Doctor Herbert? Look, uh, you see, I'm seeing a floating tunnel in the corner of my living room?"
"You mean there's a hole in your wall?" the doctor asks.
"No, no... it's, uh, it's a tunnel with no back or sides on the outside that's just kind of floating there in the middle of the air," you tell him with a quavering voice, knowing just how insane it must sound to anyone not seeing it. After all, you are seeing it and you can't believe it's happening. That's why you're calling Doctor Herbert.
"Let me be sure that I'm understanding you. You're seeing a floating tunnel that has only an inside and no outside in the corner of your living room?"
"Yeah, yeah, that's what I'm saying," you tell him, "You believe me, right?"
"I believe that you're being honest with me about what you're experiencing," the doctor replies with his practiced calm and clinically warm voice, "but I think you should stay away from it. I'm going to make a call and some people will be there shortly to pick you up and make sure your safe. Then we'll talk about this tomorrow. Okay?"
"I'm not sure you need to send anyone-"
"Don't worry," he says, interrupting you, "it's no trouble at all. We're all here to help you."
"Okay, Doc, you know what's best."
"That's right," he says calmly, "now, are you still in the room with the tunnel?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, that has to be very unnerving for you. Why don't you go relax in a different room while you wait for our friends to arrive? Okay?"
"Yeah. Yeah, that's a good idea, Doc. Is it okay if I hang up now?"
"If you feel like you can remain calm until our friends get there, I suppose it should be fine, but remember, you can call me back. I'll be right here by the phone."
"Okay," you say, "thanks, Doc, you've been a big help. Bye."
You hang up the phone and look back at the tunnel. It's still there, as unreal, unreasonable, and impossible as ever. Everything about it should make your hair stand on end, but for some reason, you feel like it's familiar. Something about it pulls at the base of your mind and tickles your thoughts, like trying to remember a dream that seems to slip away even further the more you focus on remembering.
"They're going to take me back to the hospital again. Terrible food. Surrounded by nut jobs. I don't want to go back there," you mutter to yourself as you stand in front of the tunnel.
Choose your pony adventure:
Go into a different room
Crawl into the tunnel and check out the meadow