You're floating

but your feet are on the ground.

The grass is green, or you think it is, it's kinda muted, earthy, real, but unreal.

The sun rises behind a wall of clouds, you can't see it, but the shade you get gives you a delicious balance of perfect morning chill and the warmth of the sun.

You don't know whether you can trust the water. It swirls with simple colors, hypnotizing, drowning, it's beautiful and dangerous, but it looks so innocent.

Beyond the hills of grass and flowers you find a village in the distance, it's blurry, maybe a bit too far, and you're feet are bare. But the grass is soft, your skin feels transparent, and you feel like your asleep but your eyes are open. You decide to go.

The walk there is comfortably quiet. You're alone yet you feel comforted almost by your surroundings. It's simple, blurry, beautiful, and soft. The grass never seem to end, the water sparkles under the sun that seems to forever rise.

When you get to the village, you realize it wasn't blurry due to the distance. The houses were like they were under a filet of frosted glass, they were blurry no matter how close you were, even if you touched it's wooden frames, they were distant.

The villagers clothes were normal, at least maybe they were, you have the decency to not touch them out of nowhere. But their faces, they were gray, blurred messes, you couldn't their eyes, or their lips, or any features at all, they we're blurred, missing, yet, you didn't feel scared.