Basically I was a closet homosexual furry who found THE THIRD DIMENSION and then wouldn't admit his gay furryness.

Headlines aside, it started with a friend and me discovering some sort of alternate dimension on the other side of a glass door (lol) which for some reason I referred to as a 3D world. And well, as my friend goes through the door, he turns into a dog, and I stay the same. And well this part is pretty fuzzy so pretty much we apparently spend day, maybe months or maybe just a few minutes and I end up falling in love with the dog.

No, seriously.

And then we go through with our 3D lives in our 3D dimension, and I start having doubts as I remember the real world. I remember how, in the real world, this dog (who I think for some reason sometimes turned into a human, or not, this part is REALLY fuzzy) was a GUY, and I was feeling sort of guilty (guilty's not the word, I don't know) for being gay (Not even paying attention to the fact that I was in love with a DOG, but that's not the point), so yeah. And then for some reason (I think we had to go back to school or something) he says we have to go back. And then he goes through the glass door and turns into a human, and tells me to follow him. And I start to panic. And I tell him wait, I'm still packing my stuff, evading him and his calls. And I simply stay there the whole time, acting as if I was packing my stuff when the thing is that I didn't want to go back if it meant being gay. And then I think that after a certain amount of time, I go through the door, and he's no longer there, and I'm there with my classmates waiting in line, with him nowhere in sight. Then I woke up.

So I spent the rest of the day thinking whether it was telling me that I was truly a closet homosexual, or something else. Then, an hour later or so, as I was walking down the sidewalk, it hit me.

It's a metaphor for internet relationships.