You relax at the hut, smoking your favorite pipe. Unknown to you, a practical joker has replaced your tobac with a potent hallucinogen. The first thing you notice is that the walls are closing in on you. Next, you notice that the roof has lifted off, and you are flying through the air. Then you notice, from your perch high in the sky, that all the villagers have become scurrying rats among dandelion trees. In the midst of all these fantastic visions, you have failed to notice that you are no longer breathing.