Training: A relatively good story afloat in an ocean of poorly thought out incoherent fiction

I log off of my windows XP computer so as not to cause my family hassle. I brush my teeth and change into my pajamas, and then lie down in my bed. I soon drift into a deep sleep.

I appear to be in a forest, and the air smells sweet. I figure that I must be dreaming. But what's the deal with that glowing, breakdancing gnome?