Dorothy got caught in a tornado and transported to Oz. In Oz she met a bunch of people, some animals that shouldn’t be talking, a tin man, she saw a yellow brick road, got high, met a witch, committed murder (first degree?), committed larceny, clicked some on fleek shoes, suffered from amnesia, and vaguely recalled the truth.

Sounds like a net loss for Dorothy. And she barely remembered it.

Don’t get caught up in your life’s tornado.

Don’t be like Dorothy.

There’s no place like home.