I was told to do this and that.
I was squeezed, stretched, scratched and then lay numb in the teapot. Somehow, I scaled it down and enlarged it, scratched my arm and stuffed it into the teapot.
I have always been very accurate about whether I am Alice or not, but this is my dream. I've had enough of your accusations about my identity. This is my dream.
I will decide to start here. From now on, everything is up to me.
I opened the way. I'll clear the way.
Alice: Now, my dream is my decision! "