I wake to find myself in a land of whites, greys, and blacks. I am in a field of snow, a perfect substance. No tracks around me; no obvious way of how I got there. I examine everything, from the trees, to the hills that treated the field like walls to a castle. The sky was an overcast gray, snow flakes falling from heaven. It seemed to mesh with the white hills, almost as if the earth had melted into the sky, and there was no longer a fine line between the heavens and earth. This land didn’t even seem to have a sun or moon, maybe not even stars.  I think I’m in a canyon, but I’m not so sure. There are houses far off that I can see, but I don’t have any idea of who lives there, or even where I am.  When I fell asleep the previous night, did my mind some how tap into a different realm that’s only reached when you find that line between reality and your own dream land? I don’t even think this is earth. . . maybe some other uncharted planet.
I find it strange, even though this land is filled with snow and is a gloomy destination, I strangely feel warm. I could see my breathe, as if my soul was trying to escape my body; escape a vessel its been trapped in for so long. I’m only in what I fell asleep in, boxers and a wife beater.  Is this some sort of zen? Did I reach the enlightenment Buddhists have been talking about all their life? Who honestly knew. There seemed to be no life whatsoever around me, no animals, no birds singing, no people outside. Were my friends playing some kind of cruel joke? I yelled out for some sort of human contact; no one answered, not even my echo. I started to run towards the houses, maybe some one in there could explain this to me; possibly help me? I’ve been running for so long, its been at least 20 or 30 minutes, I’m not even tired or out of breath; the houses seem to not even move! I’m not getting any closer to them. It almost seemed as I was getting more farther away. . .
I started to run backwards, and the houses started to get closer to me, I smiled and walked towards them again, they started getting farther away again. I don’t understand, nor do I try to. I just shrug it off as I lay back down in the middle of the field. I had been staring up at the sky for what felt like eternity; not a sound, not a person, not a animal, not any movement but the snow falling silently. The long silence by now would’ve made any sane person go crazy, but I was perfectly content, not knowing where I was, or what I was going to do. Even though I was immensely curious, I just didn’t care.  
Suddenly, a movement in the sky caught my attention... a hawk! It was circling around the top of a hill!  I couldn’t believe it, finally something real, something alive.  I stood up and started running for it; the closer I got to the hill, the deeper the snow got, it’s up to my knees now as I reach a barb wire fence and scramble to get under it as it rips my clothes and scratches my back. I don’t care, I just want to get to that hawk, see what it sees that I don’t.
With every step I take as I ascend the hill, the lighter I feel... as if gravity doesn’t affect me, the easier I can get up it. I’m near the top now, and I’m almost jumping from place to place, getting there more efficiently, as soon as I get to the top, I don’t stop. I jump off from my toes, with my arms stretched out, reaching for the hawk... it flies off.. Disappearing into thin air. . . . As anyone would expect to fall to the ground after such a jump, I don’t.... Gravity doesn’t seem to exist on this planet if you get high enough into the solid sky.  I was just floating high above the gloomy earth. Staring at everything, it almost seemed as if I never existed down there. I didn’t see any of the tracks I left, the houses were still lifeless, there were still no animals, and the hawk was most defiantly gone.
I went from lost in a different realm, to forever floating on in an endless sky.