Your screaming reaches an abrupt stop, and you rub your neck. "Oww...." you say, your voice hoarse. "Anybody got any honey?"

"No, we don't have any honey," the redhead says acidly (you're assuming that she was the one who had kicked you).

"Well...I guess I'll suffer in silence..."

As you look closer at them, something seems...familiar. "Are you..." You pause and stare closely at them. "...Figments of my imagination?" You poke the person standing nearest you, which happens to be a guy dressed completely in beige/white. He glares at you, and you involuntarily take a step back. Slowly your mind comprehends that when you had poked him, you had felt stone rather than flesh. "Wow..." you say, impressed. "I never thought a hallucination would be so real. I thought it would be more like...graphics from an old video game..."

"We are not a hallucination," the guy replies (again, acidly-you're starting to think that these people aren't very nice).

"Yup, that's what the teachers always say when I ask them if they're figments of my imagination," you say knowingly. "That's what my counselors said, too. I think it was one of my counselors that said that...my subconcious must be telling me to pay more attention to them." You pause, thinking for a moment. "Wait a second! If this isn't real, then I can FLY!!"

You scramble to the top of a small one-storey building and cry, "People of...This Place! You are about to witness a miracle!" With that, you leap off the roof with your arms outstretched. For a moment, you think 'Wow! I'm really flying!', but then you realize that your going a bit faster than you would like to be going, and a lot closer to the ground than you would like to be. That's about when you meet contact with the road.

Or would have if the girl in white hadn't said something...that you forgot. But anyways, at the moment, you're hovering slightly above the ground, so

You:

Pretend to be a flying slug.

See if you can move around by "swimming" in the air.

Ask the girl to put you down because you're afraid of heights.