Bramblepoint Darjeeling Express

So wrapped up in tracking and going through some fragments of her daily life in her mind, Dwin did not notice, when she crossed the invisible border from the real world to the one, where ghosts were possible. The scents around her were still strong, the feeling underfoot solid enough - the dream felt very real. You see - after that pause for a snack, she had dozed off with the music of rutting deer calls in the background. 

Had she paid closer attention, she would notice that the Bramblepoint in her dreams was not as detailed as it would usually be. Sure, when you focused on one certain area, it would clear up. But once you turned your gaze away, the edges became blurred. But since her mind was still busy not only with dreaming, but also solving some other problems, she could not tell the difference. 

Until she came to clearing, near a small creek, where once a proud willow tree had stood and now the only remnants of its former glory was a rotten trunk split in half. "Oh, hello - did not see you there," she told the stranger, who was sitting nearby and was looking straight at her. "I hope I did not disturb you in anything important."