I remember very little of this dream, but what I remember is how beautiful and dark the scenery was. The ground was filled with black leaves which had fallen from the grey trees around. There were thin streams running down the hill and some signs of humans, like broken fence on the side of the road. Down the slope I noticed that everywhere the streams crossed ways there were structure made of stone. They were like pillars with huge arched doors and fires inside. I thought they would lead me out of the forest. It started raining and suddenly it was much darker than before. I stepped inside one of the pillars to warm myself up. I just sat there in the middle of nowhere, listening the fire crackle behind me and looking around to the dark scenery. Don't remember anything else.