My head feels dizzy like someone stuffed a bunch of cotton candy into it. Slowly, I open my eyes, only to find two large black eyes staring right back at me. I rub my eyes, scrunch them up and open them wider. Those eyes were still staring at me, and now I could see that they belonged to a large, fluffy head.

An alpaca's head.

Immediately, I sit up. The alpaca moves its head back and takes a step away from me. It was quite a large alpaca, with pristine white fur, and was tapping one of its legs. It looked rather impatient.

Huh.

I'd always had very mundane dreams, ever since I could remember. I wished quite often for more unusual dreams. I guess that wish had finally come true.

"Well, it seems you've finally awoken," says the alpaca, grimacing slightly. I smile and reach out to pat its fluffy-

"Now what do you think you're doing? Such ungainly behaviour!"

I jump and lower my hand, slightly dejected. The alpaca suddenly looks apologetic. I blink, marvelling at the dream my brain had conjured up.

"I apologise for my outburst," the alpaca says. "I still haven't explained the purpose of your trip yet, have I? It is quite natural to be disoriented in these circumstances."

"My trip?" I ask, tilting my head.

"Ah, yes. Welcome to The Working Establishment of Rookie Catchers, also known as T.W.E.R.C!" the alpaca says with a flourish.

"Twerk? I don't know how to twerk." I say sadly. "It's not because I haven't tried, trust me."

The alpaca looks grim. It mutters something that sounds like 'unavoidable' under its breath. Taking a deep breath, it looks me in the eye, raises one of its legs and gives me an enormous smack right in the back of my head.

That jolts me awake. Dreams aren't supposed to be painful, are they? I look around to see fluffy white clouds stretching on endlessly, with nothing but the alpaca and I in sight. I start to panic and jump up onto my feet. The alpaca rolls its eyes and sighs.

"They never listen to me, those pretentious Commission workers! I keep telling them, we need to find a better way to transport people, but no one ever listens!" the alpaca says, pacing back and forth.

"Wait a minute - the Commission? And you said something about twerking - wait, HOW ARE YOU TALKING?"

"Oh dear, this is going to take a long while," the alpaca says, plopping down. "Sit down, won't you? And oh! Where are my manners? I am Instructor Mentriff. Eustace Mentriff. Pleased to meet you," he says, holding out one of his legs. Dazed, I shake his leg (hoof?) and sit down next to him.

Where the alpaca am I?

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