*BIPPER POV*

My eyes opened to a dark space. My head was filled with a feeling I hadn't felt before. Everything was slow and fuzzy. Had I been sleeping? I don't know why I would need sleep but there I was. Sleeping in...what was this?? A bed? I moved my hand to feel it brush up against a blanket that had been laid over the top of me. What was happening? Where was I?

Last night's events replayed themselves in my head. Oh, that's right...Shooting Star's 'sock opera.' The fight, the fireworks backstage, the reverend costume I had worn while I was in Pine Tree's body. Everything was a blurred haze. I lifted my feet off the edge of the bed, expecting to float up and out of...wherever this place was. It seemed vaguely familiar, yet I couldn't tell where I was because of how dark the room was. Wait...since when was I not able to see in the dark? I shook off the thought.

I had expected that I would lift my feet and float up and away like usual or maybe just simply transport to some innocent mind that needed sprucing up, but as I lifted up my feet and thrust myself out of the bed I fell flat on the wooden floor beneath me. I can't fly?  I was sleeping??? Something was definitely wrong.

All of the sudden a very familiar voice called out from somewhere unseen, "Dipper??? Are you awake?? I heard a thud!" I heard footsteps coming from my right before a door that was placed on the opposite end of the room opened and flooded the large room with light. Shooting Star popped her head in. "Dipper! You're awake! C'mon, I'll get you a good breakfast. I made Mabel Juice!!"

"Shooting Star?? What are you doing in the dreamscape??" I couldn't do much more than lie there on the floor and look at her. A small gasp escaped from her mouth and she shut the door again quickly. I inquired to myself how she could possibly have gotten into my branch of the dreamscape. Shooting Star burst into the room once more holding what looked to be one of those things that humans call tennis rackets. She ran full speed across the room at me and beat me with it time and time again. What was weird was that I felt...pain...whenever she hit me with the object. Not that I don't like pain, but at this particular moment, it was prohibiting me from thinking.