You are tied down to the ground, and begin to feel reminiscent of Gulliver's Travels. The gnomes around you all get excited and anxious when you awake, and one runs off yelling something in a language you don't understand.
As you look at the unicorn closely, you see that it's horn has been tied on with a fine golden thread, and that it is actually just a black mare grazing in the field.
Ask them nicely to let you up.
Fight yourself into exhaustion trying to get yourself up
Start yelling obscenities at the gnomes
Go to sleep, you have needed a nap anyway
