So, the essential question: What did I learn? What did little, grumpy, legging-clad Dorothy glean from her morning in Oz?

The answer is this: There is real beauty in a 6 a.m. rave. There's beauty in the idea that innocent, rug-cutting, mood-boosting fun doesn't have to end at childhood. And off-the-wall group activities don't have to end at college.

But a 6 a.m. rave isn't like a Zumba class or even a rave that starts five hours earlier -- there's no person or substance to draw the energy out of you. It has to come from within.

So, will I personally be attending another DAYBREAKER event? I will not. My circadian rhythms won't allow it. But I'm glad DAYBREAKER exists.

So when I stir awake some morning around 6 a.m. or 7, and roll over to see the sun slicing through my blackout curtains, I will smile, taking comfort in knowing that somewhere on this Earth, there's a girl in Ryan Gosling leggings, breaking a sweat with a guy in a lizard suit, for no other reason than to set her spirit free.