Imagine, if you will, a dimly-lit casino with ceilings so high you can't even see the top, though you know it's there somewhere. Everything inside is gold or red, shiny and extravagant. Crowds surround the card tables, and the slot machines are so large they dwarf the eerily grinning people seated at them. The elegy statues appear more frequently toward once end of the casino, congregating at a doorway marked with childish crayon drawings. That combined with the fact that everything gets darker the closer you get to that door seems like a bad omen. Dare you venture into Skull Kid's dream?

If not, there are plenty of other doors around. Big ones, small ones, ones on the ceiling. Some of the slot machines look like you could crawl right into them. There are holes in the floor, and even jumping down a toilet can send you through to somebody else's dream. The question is whose?

Otherwise, you can stay inside the hub. Care to try the slots? You might not like what you win. Or maybe you would. It's a real crapshoot.

Casey can be found perched on any high surface, watching. Waiting. Sleeping... in her own dream. Lazy butt.