http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eCrdZnDgMmc (read while listening)

....Oh?

I open my eyes.

...Where am I?

I don't know where I am.I look around.

...

There are flowers all around me, flora sprouting from the trees, and there's sunspringing from above. A world of green,yellow, andblue. A thin, yetweird mist seems to be surrounding me.How did I get here? I do not know.A butterfly passes by, softly flapping her wings,changingcolour. It is a strange butterfly, it looks like a rainbow, because I can't see what color it is, but I'm prettysure that a butterfly doesn't change colours like that. She's also leaving agolden powdertrail through the air, that dissolves and blends with the mist. The airaround me isfresh, and I can feel thesoftbreeze of the forest and smell the fresh air, typical of the woods. I then hear the chirp of a flock of birds that seem to beflying high, above the trees. I can'tseethem, but I guess they're seagulls, becauseof their cry. I look for a road; I don't see it. It's allearthandgrass, and roots of trees, and

leaves

of trees, and

enormous

trees. A lot of treesindeed. But no roadfor me to follow. I am all by myself.

...Am I alone?

One more butterfly hovers over me, a trail of powderbehind her. I start walking,feeling my feet touch thecoldgrass in the ground, and feeling the contact my handmakes with the damp tree. The mist is

thickening

, itsblueis gettingdeeper, and deeper. Theyellowof the sun passing through the trees is gettingthinner, and thinner. Thegreenof the background is gettingdarker, anddarker. And the butterflies are still

flying around

, like they're waiting for me, raining theirpowder.I'm losing my way, if I ever had one to start with.

I'm Lost. I need to find a way

I start running; dashing through thetrees, jumping above theroots, avoiding the branches. I can see the oxygen coming out of my mouth, because of thecold; I can

hear

the rustle of thegrassand theleavesthat vibrate on my body's passage. I can't

hear

the birds any more.

...It's getting empty.

One

more butterfly joins the others and their race against me. This one isgolden,her colourquite easy to spot. They're flying in front of me, zigzaging from

left

right

, from

right

left

and

down

, around incircles. Are theyguidingme, or

ing

me? Suddenly they

stop

and start

flying

around me, making me stop onmy tracks. They're now zooming on me, and are leaving even morepowderin theair. No, it's notpowder... it'spollen. ... Butterflies, rainingpollen.

...I'm allergic to pollen.

I cover my face with my arms, trying to walk while

waving

my arms at them.They're raining lots of pollenin the air. Is that what is making the mist thicken so

much

, so

fast

?I feel the

scorching

feeling of thepollentickling and entering my body through mynostrils, making me sneeze, once, and twice, and one more time.I try to catch mybreath, but then Isneezeagain.And again.

ACHOO

...I'm... I'm losing my breath...

I seem to

hear

a distinctcacklein the midst of my sneezing, and I see agolden figurestanding still in the middle of theblue mist, and thegreen trees. But my eyes arewatery, and my face is feelinghot, contrasting with thecoolnessof the air around me and thehumid grassbelow me, and as such, I can't know for sure thatthat

ghost

in the trees is

real

, and is laughing at me, sneering because of me, or if it is just a

delusion

because of my constant sneezing.

...Stop... Please stop... I'm...

I'm starting to feel

, my head is

spinning

, the world is going

round

and

round

in my eyes, but my nose doesn't stop feelingitchy, and my mouth doesn't seem tohold still, it doesn't let me catchair, anyairat all, theoxygenthat not so long ago was flowing so freely out of my mouth, theoxygenthat I need, theoxygenthat I need to live...!

...What's going on

I keepsneezingandcoughingandcryingand now I'm alsodrooling, and I should have fallen down already, but I'm still standing and holding my belly, and I'm stillseeing that samegoldenfigure that is still standing in that same middle of themist, in that same middle of thetrees, ... meaning that it's

real

, and not a

delusion

. Atthe thought of this, the figure's mouth seems to move, and then I hear a distinctivelaugh, acackle, like someone's having fun watching mesufferlike this,....alonein the middle of the forest, surrounded by evil butterflies and anemptyspace!

What the hell do you want from me?!

And suddenly,silence. I stop sneezing. I stop crying my eyes out. My belly stopshurting. And then, I feel a hugerelief,my lungs catching a lot of airat once. I look around, and notice that everything is changed. The mist is now ashining blue,covering the whole area,darkeningthe horizon. The butterflies are gone, thetrees seem taller, wider and less cluttered, and I can't see the sky. The air is stillcold, butthe floor has also changed. Thegrassis shorter, and it doesn't feel as cold asbefore.

Just.... where am I, really?

It is a world of blue,green, andyellow. "

It is a

world of illusion

."Thegolden figurestarted talking to me. Ablondewoman, with a finedress. I could see her clearly now. She was holding asmoking pipe, and was sitting on arock bench."It is your

world of illusion

", she continued. "Where you go from here, is up to you."

...Who are you?

Don't be a fool; you knowwho I am. Don't worry, though, becausenot remembering does not necessarily mean not knowing

." She spoke words of wisdom, andsmokeda little. She made me remember a story where a little blonde girl was looking for the way homeand instead found a centipede who liked to smoke letters, among other curiousindividuals.

I am looking for the way home.

Well, indeed you are

." She said, looking at me. I kept looking at her and sheseemed to notice something. "

Oh, you want an answer! Well, sorry, I though it was