Was it a dream? (слэш)

I look outside, the sun is setting or so it seems, because I think here, in the middle of the woods on a small glade, dark comes earlier. It could be three, four in the afternoon - another thing I didn't notice before, but now that I look around, there’s no clock here. Or a calendar. Or a… bed. I’m looking deep into the fire, and next thing I know it’s night, the room is bright orange and brown, illuminated by the ongoing fire, and I’m, for the second time within a few hours, sure...
I’m being watched.