"Who are you?" The dream man asks, standing several paces away from me, fists clenched.
"Who are you?" I mimic, just as curious. I felt like if I tried to tell him, nothing would come out. I felt that if I tried to speak more than just what he says, I would freeze up all over again.
"Tell me!" The man demands, gripping my arm from the distance apart. His grip loosened slowly, until he was no longer in front of me, and I realized I have woken up.
I was at the base of my tree, sleeping walking once again. I haven't gotten far, but the morning was fresh and clear, the sky cloudy yet fairly bright. I sigh and check my body, bag attached to my back. I was ready to leave, sleep preparing me now.
That's new.
I'm about to take a step out when I feel a presence nearby, close enough to send my
