Just by chance, I ran out of Bread and Milk last night. So I went to the store to buy some. When I got there, I noticed the bread and milk was wiped out. I said to myself, "Man, must be a hell of a sale going on." Then it hit me. The snow. I looked in front of me and no lie, a man had a cart FULL of milk! A whole cart! Like a scene from a movie, I slowly looked around me, and saw panic. People gripping their milk, as if they were pearls. A woman was digging for the remaining loafs of bread, and there I stand in the middle of the chaos thinking, "Look at these whackos." But that's when it hit me. In the middle of all this chaos, there was I, standing there with milk in one hand, and bread in the other. "I'm not crazy" I whispered to myself, "I'm not crazy. I actually NEED the milk and bread, I'm not crazy."
"You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension— a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into the Twilight Zone."