Running from someone in a dark, misty forest while hyperventilating. It's in slow motion to the point where everything is picture by picture. I keep on running until I trip and fall forward. While getting up, it's snowing. The place is covered in white. I'm laying down and turn around to see a man. He was beautiful and looking at me. We starred at eachother. I turned forward looking at the sky, then turn to face him and he's gone. I then get up and walk straight to a bridge, and cross it. I'm in another place where it's fall. All the colorful leaves falling from the trees. The paths covered with patterns. I then look down and I have a camera in my hands. I raise it to capture something, and look through the lenses. I'm back at the coffee place. I put it down, and I'm sitting on a bench starring at a coffee shop. I close my eyes, and open them. There I am, back at home in my bed. I stare at my ceiling. " what a lovely dream."

(From my story)