Welcome, brave semi-conscious traveler! Here lies your ticket to the nebulous and nonsensical. Brace yourself, for the horizon is a long-lost sock, spinning wildly in chaotic laundry heaven.

Why did the chicken cross the synapse? To get to the other dream, of course. Remember to pack your extra pair of sanity; you might need it when the spaghetti monsters appear.

Should you find a singing potato, worship it briefly before asking it for direction. And beware, for the elusive unicorns may turn into imps of mischief if you gaze too long!