I Need Some Feedback, Please . . . .?
Okay, I know it’s a little long, but I’m trying to write a good story here. I would appreciate any feedback. thanks 
When I was a small child, almost every night I would have the same dream. It was more of a nightmare, though, and it took after my favorite story, Alice in Wonderland. The dream began with someone chasing me through the forest bordering the property line behind our colonial house . I would never know who it was, but I was afraid of them. I was clothed in a thin white dress with bare feet. It seemed I was running in slow motion with my beautiful dress catching on the surrounding branches. Every time it tore, I would turn in agony and find the mysterious man closer than expected. It wouldn’t be long before I tripped and fell into a hole in the ground. Just like in the story, I would fall through Earth looking up at the cloudy, blue sky. Just before I hit the ground, I would slow enough so that the landing wouldn’t leave any bruises. I would wander around in the dark for a few seconds when a light would flick on across the large room. As I ran towards the light, a piano would begin playing.
I would lean in the door and call out to see if anyone was there. I would take a few steps into the wondrous room. Columns stood to both my sides; they winded and twisted their way across the golden ceiling attaching themselves to the walls. The tiles covering the floor glistened in the candle light, but began to fall away into a garden at the opposite end of the room. The room had six walls, each of which had an extraordinary design of their own. Where the seventh wall should have been, the garden began. There was no furniture in the room and it seemed it got colder by the minute. Floral scents filled my nostrils and a benevolent whisper drifted into the room with another cool breeze.
As I neared the edge of the room, I could see the sky was an array of deep reds and neon pinks and purples. ‘I should be getting home soon’, I would say to myself, ‘But how?’ I descended down the stairs into the garden to be greeted by the ending of the piano’s ballad.
You have a very descriptive writing style, but with all the adaptations to Alice lately, I think it would be almost cliche to do so. But for the passage as a whole, I liked it.
I think that if you were to just keep it to yourself until the Alice craze has passed, it will be a beautiful piece of writing.