Alice In Wonderland meets The Golden Compass. That's my dream in a nutshell.

We were out wandering close to an isolated highway - I was with a couple of friends, companions, acquaintances. In that awareness I was known to be a younger girl, the trekking journey turned into an adventure that somehow became a brush with danger.

Basically, I had attracted the attention of a mysterious grown woman, who then decided she wanted to get a hold of me for her own malicious ambitions, whatever they may have been. This chance encounter was made possible the further the group progressed on the trail, the closer they unknowingly got to the rabbit hole leading to this impending calamity of adversaries.

In The Golden Compass, the protagonist, too, is pursued by a witch played by Nicole Kidman, partially due to her possession of the compass the story builds upon emphatically. On the contrary, it was not made clear to me exactly why I was targeted. I only ran away, ironically, into her world, and became trapped there, confused by the twists and turns, the labyrinth I created in my wake. For a good while I even forget an exit ever existed. Instead, while I fled, I took the opportunity to explore my new surroundings, so similar to Lewis Carroll's Wonderland.

In fact, most of the occurrences that unfolded onto Alice did so for me, too. Doors wouldn't open for me, unless I was nice to them. The scenery was tainted of the most vivid, childish colours. I began to figure that in the end, it would all, too, be a dream. I'd awaken and be as far as possible from this place. But in the meantime, I had to respect, and be true to the direction in which this dream was headed.

Towards the end I met a man somehow connected to my pursuer, perhaps in the form of a husband, or friend. He came off as a pretty laid-back character, not at all motivated to capture me. About this time, I considered the possibilities should I relent to my pursuer, her claws, if not to just gain her trust and mercy, but more importantly to buy myself the time to deliberate my escape plan. It was also the moment I remembered the exit.

Eventually I managed to escape. Somehow.