foggy dream(d)

Walking in a forest, lushly green, I encounter a wall of fog. Do I go in? Do I turn around and go back? Decisions, decisions.
I proceed, the fog so thick I can feel it condensing on my face. Out of the corner of my eye I see shadows, fleeting wisps of others, none of them see me.
The fog does not seem to end. All sound is deadened, even my own careful footsteps.
The fog thins, I can see shapes, trees, rocks, all wet with foggy dew, dripping.
I hear a bird, a squirrel chatters at an unseen intruder.
Here is a small pond, the fog seems to emanate from it, thickening as it rises and spreads out across the forest.
I sit on a rock near the pond, noting the lichen and I wait.