[But as he tries to navigate around a particularly prickly branch, he feels it. It starts as a tug so faint that he assumes it's just resistance from the wall of plants around him. But when he tries to wriggle forward, it's like he's punching his way through a burlap sack--the feeling is fluid and yielding, but there's still some definite resistance in his way.]
All right, you wanna tell me what the hell's goin' on here?
[He sucks in a breath through clenched teeth.]
You gotta be kidding me. Are we still in that stupid dream?
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[But as he tries to navigate around a particularly prickly branch, he feels it. It starts as a tug so faint that he assumes it's just resistance from the wall of plants around him. But when he tries to wriggle forward, it's like he's punching his way through a burlap sack--the feeling is fluid and yielding, but there's still some definite resistance in his way.]
All right, you wanna tell me what the hell's goin' on here?
[He sucks in a breath through clenched teeth.]
You gotta be kidding me. Are we still in that stupid dream?