How Did I Get Here, Seriously?

Mmm, you think, slowly waking up. You feel the sun beaming on your body, which is the first thing you notice wrong, but you pay no mind to it. You open your eyes slowly, sitting up and blinking rapidly to clear your vision.

You realize you're in a forest, the only clearing in sight is the small one your in, everywhere you look asides from where you sit contains trees and bushes close together, eerily reminding you of the Everfree Forest from My Little Pony. You shake off this thought, standing up and realizing what's happening.

"Okay, this must be a dream, right...?" You say outloud, your mind calming from the slight panic you had just before. "A lucid dream too, my uh... first one... didn't think they felt this real" you continue with, noticing you're wearing what you fell asleep with on: a Cheetos t-shirt and sweatpants. Truly the pinnacle of fashion.

You're Nate Collins, a 19 year old from Earth, obviously. You have short black hair and have an average weight and height. Your eyes are a boring brown and you like to think that you have above average intelligence, but the truth is likely not the case.

You stand up and wipe off bits of dirt from your clothing, slightly nervous to explore. You hear sounds that seem like common forest sounds, like the leaves in the breeze and animals moving about. You absent-mindedly reach for your phone in your pocket, finding it at about 80% battery. You put it back in your pocket and start wandering the forest, the trees looking a bit off to you, as if they were in a cartoon. Must be the dreams doing.

As you explore the forest, you notice that everything feels... a bit too real to be a dream. As an example, when you tripped on a rock and fell over, you felt some pain, which you're sure you shouldn't feel in a dream. This starts to make you a bit nervous like earlier, now coming to terms that this may be real life.

Of course, that can't be true. You live close to the forest, sure, but why would somebody drag you out of your house? A gag? A prank? Plus, why would everything have an animated look to them if it were real life?

You sigh, realizing you're not getting anywhere. You turn around to get back to the clearing. You notice it's starting to get dark out, and you're starting to get a bit cold. You absent-mindedly start snapping your fingers, wishing you had somewhere to sleep. All of a sudden there's a bright light and you flinch, closing your eyes for a moment. When you open them, standing in the middle of the clearing is a nice looking two-story shack, with a nice small garden out front.

You walk up to the shack and go inside it, finding it quite spacey. In what looks to be a living room there's a couch with a table infront of it, and in the next room there seems to be a kitchen with a sink and an oven, running on... something. To the side, there's a bathroom, with a shower and everything a bathroom would normally have.

You then walk up the stairs in the living room, a small creak coming with each step. You reach the top and open the door, finding a large bedroom inside. The floor was a blue carpet, with a bed on the right side of the room and a window above it, and on the left side was a desk and two bookshelves on either side of it, full of books.

Now, while you were relieved you now have somewhere to sleep, the question remains: how in the hell did this happen? All you did was snap your fingers.

Eh, it's just a dream, you think, closing the bedroom door and laying on the bed, which has a blue blanket on top. You fall asleep pretty soon after.

You wake up finally, getting up slowly. "Ahh, finally awake, that was one weird drea- wait a minute" you pause, noticing you were still in the shack. "...okay, I guess... somehow this is real...?" You say to yourself, trying to process this.

So... if you're here, how the fuck are you going to get home? And what's with the magic? Maybe... the shack was always there? Well no, that can't be, so...

Holy shit, you can control magic.