Can you describe an experience where you encounter misty specters during one of your dreamscapes?
In this dream, I find myself in a vast, ethereal forest. The trees are ancient and twisted, their branches reaching out like welcoming arms. As I walk deeper into the woods, mist begins to roll in, thick and opaque, obscuring my vision. Suddenly, shapes start to emerge from the mist—misty specters that seem to glide effortlessly through the air. They are translucent, with faint outlines of human forms, and they emit an eerie glow. The specters drift around me, whispering in ethereal murmurs I can't quite understand but sense a deep, haunting longing within them. It's as if they're lost souls trying to convey something profound that I can never grasp. This encounter leaves me with a feeling of melancholy and wonder.