Dreamt I was mapping a forest that kept redrawing itself

I'm walking the same transect I've walked for fifteen years, but every time I blink the stands have rearranged themselves — pines where the creek should be, a clearcut that grows back in seconds, younger every time. My compass spins like a confused beetle. I keep trying to mark a boundary line and the trees just lean away from the paint. Woke up feeling like I'd spent the night auditing a forest that was auditing me back.