The door leads to a tube-like tunnel, all the way down.
The tube I am sliding through is made or corrugated metal sheets. I grit my teeth, opposing the pain in my back, but still managing not to scream. Even though I asked for this, I am still shocked. No matter how much I complain and kick the air, there is no going back now. Dreaming about the nightmare is one thing, and living it is a totally different thing, especially if bitter and real as this one.