Refreshing my soul

It's not a dream. With eyes wide open
I walk towards it. It looks like a dream.
Because I recognize it? The cows, the
pastures, the farms, the clouds? I've never
been here before. And yet I am home.
But I have no home. So what am I doing
here? I panic. What I see doesn't fit the
image that I have of reality. I start to
sweat. I am sure the cows soon turn out to
be predators. I believe the grass is an all-
devouring sea. I'm afraid that the clouds
appears to be sly demons. But everything
remains as it is. The cows cut the tender
grass from the earth with their meaty
tongues. The frothy clouds drift along the
sky like landing crafts. Until I notice the
farmer. New clogs. Blade of grass in his
sturdy mouth. He lumbers towards me.
And whispers. 'It's only the silence.'