"But a dream isn't reality!" Alice exclaimed.
I live a life of dreams; I slip down a rabbit hole, and down another, and this continues as time goes by.
Our lives are a subset of a big dream. Alice just did not know that.
There are mushrooms growing inside all the rabbit holes.
I wonder whether Alive is capable of counting them. We all know, to Alice, four times five is twelve.
She should be able to count one mushroom, as one is the sibmplest number.
One mushroom, one beautiful mushroom, one little beautiful mushroom.
It is not labelled "not poison", Alice, don't you try to have a bite.