Coming out of the mist and blur of a dream, you suddenly jolt awake. Your eyes don't focus at first, but the room is dark anyway. You yawn, trying to remove the sleep from your system. The experience is overwhelmingly familiar, however unexpected, seeing as you had theoretically just died...
Wait a second— you had just died?
You frantically take a look at your hands, pat your face, touch the blankets that cover your body. Anything to make sure this wasn't just another dream. This was assuredly real, based on what you could sense. So your death must have been a dream, right...?
As light starts to filter into the room, you realize things still aren't adding up. This was completely different from your own room, too grand and too posh. Scrambling to your feet from under the blankets, you rush to the closest reflective object. You're shocked to see a face that isn't yours facing back at you. Placing your fingers delicately on your cheeks and hair, you stare silently at the person staring back at you. Slowly dropping your hands to your side, you start to consider that maybe your death hadn't been a dream after all...
What sort of twisted world had you ended up in...?