The Wall of Mist

I could see our neighbors' houses just down the road from ours. Our house was up on a slight hill while the part of the road our neighbors were on was at a lower elevation and the road scooped down toward their houses.

I got in my truck and headed down to the one neighbor's house. My neighbor and I chatted and then talked about the road itself. I asked him if he knew where it went and he said, "no."  I then asked if he wanted to see where it went.  He said, "sure."

We both hopped in my truck and drove for a short time on the road that was in front of his house. It seemed to just go through fields. The direction seemed south, but it was unclear.  We finally stopped after a short while as we came to a wall that seemed to be made of mist.  There was no end to it to the left and right.  We just kind of stared at it.  It was at this point where I became fully awake and was paying attention to what was going on around me.