With an elastic jolt, reality snaps you back into your body. As your senses return to normal, though, you realize that you are in a new place entirely. The room is dark, but you'd guess that it was a dorm room or some other college student's domicile. You are sitting on the floor in the middle of the space.
"Back already, Roderick?"
For the first time since waking up, you're not alone. There's a young woman sitting across from you, pale skin almost glowing in the thready light. She's a spritely girl - very thin, short black hair, and sorcerous green eyes. She's sporting a predator's grin and holding an old-fashioned pipe exuding some mystically-scented smoke.
She passes you a small hemp bag. "On the house," she says. "You'll need to steep this for at least ten minutes, then drink it very slowly. One cup if you're still scared, a second cup for the full experience. I don't recommend a third, but it's your life. Remember, what you just saw only lasted a few minutes. This? This will take you there for hours and hours."
You're about to say something when the woman cuts you off with a gesture. "And remember, if you need any help, you can always find me dancing in the moonlight."