The FIfty

I found myself lying in a clearing in the middle of the forest. I could hear the stream running and see a vulture circling overhead. It was a terrible nightmare but how it could be a nightmare when I am not in my bed? Could what I have dreamt last night really of been real? Was I taken hostage and drugged to make it all feel as if it were just a dream? I couldn't tell. Standing up took some effort. My whole body ached. I started to vomit. Surely that was just a dream and there wasn't really some strange being that took me out into this clearing. But how was I here? Was I abducted by aliens and left here to die? Was this some sort of game that my friends are playing on me? Who is responsible for my misfortune?
I start to get flashes of what I saw last night. Overwhelming my mind with fear and sending chills down my spine. I hear a branch break I jump. I do remember seeing a clawed hand and a feathered masked face and that's it.
By now I am standing and walking towards the stream for some water. I find it difficult to walk and that my head is very dizzy. I feel as if I haven't eaten for days. I search my pockets on my way to the stream and find nothing useful. I need to get home. I drink from the stream and start to feel a little better but still something is definitely not right.