This Is The One

Is this the one where a body floats in the lake, nibbled by fish, bloated and discolored? It never ends well because of what waits in the forest when we return to shore. 

Or is this the one with the hungry dog that follows us and when we try to find its home we get lost in an unfamiliar neighborhood with strange cooking smells and the sounds of distant gunshots?

Or the one above the clouds with no way back to the earth? There is no gravity and I struggle to find you.