I looked around the house a bit after posting. That trapdoor? It exists. I was terrified, but went down anyway. Stupid move, I know, but I just had to know. Anyway, I went down into the cellar, and in the back, the poker table was still there. The cards were all still laid out, with one card in the middle of the table.
The joker card. More words scrawled on it:
Open your eyes I see
Your eyes are open
Wear no disguise for me
Come into the open
The words somehow feel familiar. Linked to the dream somehow.
But it was a dream, wasn’t it? I mean, I was a unicorn in the dream. But how would I have known about this place before the dream?
I’m not going to lie, I’m terrified.