dream? nightmare?

taking a train into the woods. i wake up in a small, cozy house surrounded by woods and a dirt road leading to the front. there's fields of tall grass out front. the recently-risen sun can barely be seen through the fog outside. it's almost too much fog, it feels like i'm in a horror movie, but the air outside and the feeling of morning tells me i'm fine.

and then i'm in an old, gray, cement building -- almost similar to a warehouse with many floors -- and the words "look back" are significant. i run through the staircases that have red railings with a camera in hand. it's cold and feels too empty.

the floor is wet. i'm laying on the floor and you're facing me. i take your picture. you take mine. there's a feeling that what is happening shouldn't be happening. i feel your presence. i taste your tongue. how is that possible if i'm sleeping? how do dreams become so vivid?

i wake up, and somehow you still feel there. i feel like i'm drifting away.