Kitsune waking up in

I woke up to something that seemed to be the beating of my own heart. Strange faces fuzzed above me. There was this green man, who wasn't actually green at all. However, my head, or eyes, said there was more to him than just that. It felt funny. Blurry faces en the solid surface beneath me. So contradicting. Yes, I loved it, but I had to wake up, or I would get lost inbetween worlds.
'Have you seen myijn vader?', my mouth said. Ofcourse the heads above all pulled a funny face. I wasn't making any sense, was I? I was mixing up words.
'Yes, mijn vader', I murmered before I passed out again. A cold hand placed itself against my forehead. Immediatly my body moved up. I really had to wake up. At least, wake up into this dream, or else it wouldn't help.
Finding my dad. Where could he be, in this strange little world? Okay, this world. It looks... normal. But things are not what they seem. I knew that. They never are. So, where did I need to go? To the door, on the other side of where I am now.
Right now, I'm on some sort of bed. Dressed in... uhm... whatever it might be... I needed some other clothes.
As I looked up, I saw someone nodding. He went away, as if I had said those thought out loud.
I could see my toes. To let the time pass by, they started to wiggle. It felt funny, made me snort, a little.
At least I could move my feet. So, the question remained, where was I? Heading for the door, ofcourse. Wait! Couldn't I at least have waken up with a decent bra or something? Instead of blankets?
'I believe this is yours', the little green man said. He brought in something that looked like... a big white shirt. It took a while to figure out it was a dress.
No, it wasn't. I hated white dresses.
'Don't you have something... eh... more... the "Me" I am now?', because, dream or not, I didn't really feel like myself or a white dress kid.
'Sure', the funny guy said; 'I'll leave you alone for a while'
It wasn't until then, that the two women were looking at me with some sort of pain. I didn't really get this world.
I was alone, at last. Finally some time and space to think out loud. Without anyone thinking I was going crazy. I couldn't blame them if they did; after all, I was going crazy.
'Well... nu eerst even zien. Ze spreken hier engels. Tenminste, daar ga ik van uit. Ze hebben nou niet echt gesproken tot nu toe. In ieder geval verstaan ze het, dus Frankrijk en heel Zuid-Europa vallen af. Meest waarschijnlijke locatie; US, gevolgd door Engeland en Australië', I thought. 'However. The place looks more German. Might even be Scottisch. Scotland it is! For now'
I really liked what was behind the next door. Not the dresses, but the cool black jeans en the leather jacked. It fitted perfectly, as if it were made for me.
'This, is what my clothes look like! Not some stupid old ladies dress', I decided. Now all I needed was a name. My real name didn't seem to fit. It was too dangerous. 'Kitsune', I said while showing off in the mirrow. 'My name is Kitsune'
'It most certainly is not', a low voice coming from nowhere awnsered.
My whole chest bounced up. It almost gave me a heart attack. My breathe escaped. I was relieved to see the green guy in the mirrow. Well, he most certainly wasn't green, but I knew no other way to define him.
'You are not a Kitsune', he spoke.
Yes, I knew I wasn't. But I don't go arround calling myself Indy while being in the wrong dream. Someone could have send me here on purpose.