Reality? No Thanks.

Foot Spikes

Sydney stepped through the doorway to find a floating chair in the middle of an empty whiteness. The door drifted away from her and she checked to see if this was a lucid dream or not. It wasn't.
Oh well, at least it's anti gravity!
She attempted to do a bunch of flips but instead just sent herself spinning away from the chair. She spotted a lady standing a few yards away, frowning at her.
"Sit in the chair, Sydney." She demanded strictly. Sydney pulled down her shirt so that her stomach wasn't showing. She was upside down, her hair in her face and mouth.
"Oh hey! Isn't this cool?" She shouted. "No gravity! You wanna try to do some flips with me? It's a little hard, but I think-"
"Sit in the chair, Sydney." She moved her hair out of her face to see the lady's eyes boring into her.
"Woah, what's with the death stare all of a sudden?" Sydney asked, surprised. "That's... intense. Maybe a little intimidating." Out of patience, the lady sharply snapped her fingers, sending Sydney face first onto the floor. The chair also landed with a thud! She moaned and clutched her nose. A weird red goo started seeping out of it and got onto Sydney's fingers. She starred at it, mesmerized and disgusted. Again, the lady snapped her fingers and Sydney was teleported. She sat in the chair, red goo and pain gone, hair combed back, hands folded in her lap. Her clothes had also changed. She wore a white shirt with a black overcoat and black pants. Probably the most stiff, boring thing she could imagine. There were also these black things on her feet that covered her toes and had a spike sticking out at her heal. She glared back at the lady.
"I don't like yo-"
"Zip. It." She said in clipped words. Sydney tried to tell her to zip it, but she found her mouth was glued shut. Rude, she thought; hoping the witch could hear her thoughts. She took a minute to actually look at her. The lady had wrinkly olive skin with black hair slicked back into a bun. She stood straight wearing something even more stiff and stupid looking than Sydney. Her lips were pinched together and she kept starring at Sydney through shiny glasses.
And she was old. The oldest person Sydney had ever seen. She didn't know people could be that old!
"That's the last time I use dreams to help you."
HELP me??
She cleared her throat, "My name is not important, but when you address me you will do so with respect. Today is a very special day for you Sydney. Today is your twenty fifth birthday, and that means it's time for you to leave the dream dimension. Forever. Congratulations!"
Sydney didn't know what a burth-day was, but it reminded her of a song that she heard somewhere. She began singing it in her head, trying to remember the lyrics.
Happy burth-day doo doo, happy burth-day doo doo, happy BURTH day da da da, doo doo..
"Every person in the known dimensional planes spends exactly twenty five years in this dimension-  the Dream Dimension.We spend the first twenty five years of our consciousness here and then are sent to another plane. You are being sent to the Space Dimension. In the Space Dimension, there are people called 'humans' that you've met several times. They travel here while they are in a deep state of consciousness, known to some as 'doze' or 'sleep'. They come here for just a few hours at a time. When they return, 95 to 100% of their memories are wiped. Your memory will also be wiped and replaced with new ones.
"Now, to blah blah blah less dangerous, blah blah also be given blah blah blah called 'common blahblah'. Blah blah, blah knows what it is for certain, but many blahblah blahblah blah knowledge of blah blah blah blah blah blah.-"
Sydney looked up from her foot spikes to check if the lady was still talking.
She was.
Uuuuuuuugggghhhhh
"Any questions?" She asked. She released her hold on Sydney's mouth.
"You're sooooooooo old! Like, probably the oldest person ever, how do you even exist?"
"GET OUT OF MY FACE!" The lady snapped. And Sydney disappeared.

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She huffed and smoothed out her long pencil skirt, flustered. "The nerve of that little..." she muttered to herself. "I swear they all act like three year olds..." She began strolling over to the door that appeared behind her, heels clicking. "I'll have you know I'm only forty nine..."

Or maybe this happened:

She huffed, flustered, and peeled off the mask that covered her true face with her huge green nose and warts. Her crooked black hat appeared in her hand and she stuffed in onto her head. Cackling, she threw a potion at the chair which turned it into her black cat and broom. She scooped both of them up and flew off into the night, still laughing her head off.