When I woke up I was dry and warm. I was surrounded by a blanket--the one I had seen in my dream. I could tell that it was daytime, because the fog was bright and thick.
I heard a voice somewhere nearby saying softly, "Tsk! This always seems to happen when someone new comes in! Well, we will find him and make a full report...." a second voice said in agreement, "We're the only ones who can, you know..."
Sliding down inside the blanket, I hid for a while, waiting for a change in the weather, and hoping that whoever owned those voices was kind. I was in a bit of a predicament: I had been spotted in strange territory with little means to help myself.
I heard running water, perhaps a stream, and realized how thirsty I was. I began to crawl on my hands and knees slowly toward the sound of the water. Perhaps I could get to it before I was too weak from thirst. I crawled several yards, keeping myself surrounded in the blanket. Then I stopped quietly to get my bearings.
"It's moving! It's moving! What should we do?" said an excited whisper from behind me. I kept going, however. I needed to get to water soon.
It seemed like I had crawled 100 miles on all fours, when I finally reached a small stream. It was only about six inches wide, and I was greatful, not only for the water, but also that I had found a small creek and not hit the main river. I could tell from the sound that it was quite large, and in the blinding fog, I might easily have fallen in the river and drown! I drank of the water again and again. The fog was turning into darkness as I curled up in the blanket and went back to sleep.
4:00:20 PM 
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