And I begin "fancying the sort of thing that would happen", like Alice does.
Behind a curtain there is a silver screen, and behind a door there keeps a dream.
Mushrooms mushroom, doors on them multiply, and dreams ferment.
A forest reaches for dreams needs to pick to unlock these doors, thus we witness sunrise, fog, rainbows, thunder, lightning, earthquakes, showers, drizzling, bright light etc.
All these dreams add surprises to our lives; we dance in a whirlwind romance at one time, and stroll in a peaceful adventure at another, and sometimes one right after the another.