It's been quite some time since you've really let go, and here you are, standing in the middle of a circus filled to the brim with attractions. You do want to get home, but... well, what harm could one little ride be? The merry-go-round in particular seems like it would be a good way to just relax for a few minutes, so you head over to it.
As you'd thought, the ride runs itself, without a single person in sight to help it. There's no apparent place to insert tickets, nor anywhere to pay to get on, just a rotating bar at the entrance. As you pass through it, the merry-go-round stops rotating, a proud white unicorn shimmering in the moonlight before you and waiting to be mounted. Unhesitating, you oblige, the dark brown rubber saddle squeaking as you put your legs into position. You hold loosely to the metal bar the unicorn is on, placing your feet into the stirrups, and the ride comes back to life, the nostalgic circus music emanating from it as it slowly spins you round and round. Just for now, you forget about the world around you, and the whole of your attention is loosened until you feel like you're in an almost dreamlike state.
Gently, the ride carries you round and round, your cares melting away and your mind beginning to drift, wondering why you ever thought coming to this place would be a bad idea. Then, a jerk. Without warning, the unicorn you're sitting on thrusts ahead, doubling in speed. Afterwards, it starts to accelerate more uniformly, soon reaching triple its original speed. It's still not moving dangerously fast but you'd rather jump ship before it is, so you try to leap from the seat. You can't. Something's holding you down. You try to lift your rear, but it's like it's glued to the saddle. You try to lift your feet, but the stirrups are too tight. Now the speed is getting higher, your surroundings turning into a blur, the circus music fading from your head, replaced by dizziness. Soon even the unicorn below you looks like a blur, like it's melting with the motion. Its hooves look like they're galloping, trying to pull it forward, but its body only pulls back, and all the while you remain clinging to the metal pole. It doesn't take long before the forelegs meet your own, and they look like they're blurring over yours, melting onto them. You try to pay attention, try to focus, but the dizziness is getting to you. It pervades your entire consciousness, preventing you from thinking even the simplest of thoughts.
The spinning stops abruptly, and you're thrown several yards from the merry-go-round, hitting the ground with a thud. It takes you a while to recover from the dizziness, but when you do you find that...