I had to do a project on this for school, and I ended up camping there. All that happened is that I had slightly more fucked up nightmares. Also, I checked the soil and it has a bunch of salt.
You are lucky you don't. My particular dreamed featured myself, once again in a snowstorm. There was singing to be heard under the snow, and I dug through with my bare hands. My hands got bloody from the effort, and the deeper I dug, the more urgent the singing. When I reached the source of the singing, a mutiltated dead body, the singing abruptly stopped.
No, it makes complete sense. The unicorns are just horses with horns, the rainbows are just refracted light through the water the horses are kicking up, and the explosions are nitroglycerin.
Plot twist, the demonic circle is just really antisocial, so it pointedly moves your stuff away and makes you leave. And if it has to sing you to sleep to do that, so be it.
Well shit
Or the Strippers-Are-Really-Stupid cli·ché.
Either way, I stare at the camera with such utter disbelief, I'm like a conspiracy theorist when given proof about the non-existence of aliens.
Sometimes I am worried that I am not looking at the correct mirror.