The same forest. The exact same. I can tell because apparently you can tell in this sort of thing in dreams. It doesn't seem to take as long for me to get to the wall. Maybe I just know where I'm going now?
The trees are all oppressively close near the centre. They seem to have gotten closer together. It's rained again. More recently. The water is dripping off of the "leaves". It's hard to see around the trees, there's never a clear line of sight more than ten feet long. There's this... noise. Like an old air-raid siren. And then I wake up.
Rained again last night, but it looks sunny out now.