White backyard and the frosted Bus

"I was standing in my old backyard, but it was totally white. Not snow-covered, just white. The air felt thick. I wasn't cold, though. I remember thinking I should be freezing, but I was just watching. Then it started. Not flakes, really. Just big, heavy chunks of soft quiet falling down. No wind. I tried to catch one, but my hands were weirdly far away. I looked down and I was barefoot, and the snow wasn't melting on my skin. It just kind of… stacked up. I wasn't scared, which is strange because I hate being cold. I just felt this heavy, wrapping silence. Suddenly I was on a bus. No idea how I got there. The windows were frosted over, and I was trying to wipe them clear to see outside, but the condensation was on the *inside*. My sleeve got soaked. The driver was humming a song I almost knew. I woke up before I got where I was going."