Looking round the familiar foggy forest I know I must have fallen asleep while talking to Gavin and let out a sigh, letting my hand rest on my waist I wonder why I keep getting pulled into this kind of dream repeatedly.
Just like the last dream, this one is different as well because I stood at the edge of the forest line before a beautiful lake. The trees behind me appear a lot thinner as well and less condensed, so many coloured fireflies have gathered around this area and the glowing beetles seem to give the lake a mesmerizing look.
Rather than shrubs and underbrush, petal flowers seem to grow in abundance as they paved a path towards the lake. Walking forward I don’t notice a large root sticking out of the ground and in an all too familiar fashion, I stumbled over it and fall right in
