Last night, I had this weird dream that really scared me. I was out in the woods and everything around me felt so real: every sound, every scent. It didn't feel like a dream, but I still didn't know what I was doing there. I couldn't even remember what had happened before that, what had made me go to the woods in the first place. I could feel it wasn't safe for me there, but it didn't matter. I kept walking anyway, like I didn't really know what I was doing. My legs just seemed to keep moving of their own accord.
After walking for what seemed like an hour, I saw something that made my blood run cold. In front of me, a few steps ahead, there was someone laying on the ground, not moving, like he was sleeping or, and I didn't want to think about the possibility, dead. There was someone else there too. It was a guy with his back turned to me. He was bending over the other person, but I couldn't see what he was doing. I had a feeling something bad was happening, that I should be scared, that I should start running and get away from there. But, instead, I just stood still, looking at the scene in front of me.