Enchanted Lemon Dream

The main question here:
Is it a dream or reality?
I see myself walking in fear,
Afraid that there's something other than me.

In the darkness of the fog,
I see nothing but shadows.
Dark figures lurking in every tone of grey.
Somehow their shades help create an idea of smog,
The darkest not even God would allow.
Even so, I approach as I may.

As I walk, a silhouette is spotted.
Amongst the fog I felt alone,
Yet I also felt like I was being watched.
I had no idea where I was headed,
But as I walked, I felt the loneliness had gone.
Suddenly all my fears were crushed.

The silhouette, it was some kind of tree,
A bush of some sort, it had lemons.
While staring at it,
Embers started to set me free.
Free from the fog and demons,
Preventing that my heart wasn't hit.

Was it the tree?
I mean, this can only be a dream.
(Or not) A girl sprouted from a flower.
I couldn't understand why me.
I was insecure and sad to the supreme.
It was so sweet, but supposed to be sour.

As much as I try,
The tree hooked me with it's sound.
It didn't let me fly,
Preventing me from falling to the ground.

Oh sweet lemon person,
I feel like I need you.
You alone are a force to be reckoned with.
I felt your embers like rays from the sun,
Your fragrance like an angel or two.
You seem almost like a myth.

It reminds me of fairy tales.
Of the long sabre-teethed dragon,
With wings and scales,
With magic ability to fire summon.

Oh, reality kills a man.
But you wouldn't believe
If I told you that the girl from the tree
Is a real, flesh and bone, human
And she'll make sure I'll receive
Protection from the world and from me.

That was not a dream,
It was the cherry on the top of the ice cream.
That was not a girl,
It was a natural force defying the world.