A Dream

I awake from a stupor.
I'm down on the ground,
where I am surrounded by people,
who I see, but there is no sound.
What has happened to me?
A question, I would ask,
except there are few words.
which come with my gasp.
I am alone but then I'm not,
for here is what I see,
propped up against the trunk
of a dying, old tree.