While she was browsing on the computer, Lady Fickle suddenly teleported into a… Gingerbread house…Must have gone too far with coffee, she thinks while mopping her eyes. See, there was a dog, which happened to actually be a good person turned into a dog, by himself, a person who had named himself after a genus of plants, and his name – Ashpodel was suspended on a little chain around his neck. A gentle lady was feeding the dog tea and muffins, Lady Fickle thought she would love a little something around 11 o’clock as well. She tried to greet them to ask for it, but the dog just fell asleep on the lady’s lap. Thus, Lady Fickle found out she was actually invisible. Then the spell of sleep overwhelmed her, and she was soon snoring with the entire Gingerbread house. In her dreams she saw an incredibly beautiful woman, who entered describing herself as she was trotting about the ginger house, with a blue crystal, to the effect of which the dog switched laps, then a Sir called Persival came looking for a lady in peril, but since she was invisible and asleep – she was not in peril. Next in her dream entered a sweet-looking elf, who questioned like Alice in Wonderland: can anyone tell me where I am? I should cut down on coffee, Lady Fickle thought. All kinds of literary characters began crashing in her dream:  a lost industry worker and repair man, who seemed to run for his life, and a heroic gentlemen, who seemed to be looking for a treasure, who hated Thursdays. Lady Fickle awakened by the sound of her own snoring…