Summary
I wake up in the middle of acres of grass and the wind is blowing gently. There, I see him. Good thing that was only a dream but it happens again in the next dream. In the morning, I go into the room I feel so drawn to, and fall inside the old mirror. When I fall, I am in the middle of acres of grass and the wind is blowing gently. Am I dreaming again, or is this actual reality?