Amurehna

I don't recall much now. I remember traveling in a van with my boyfriend and a few other people, it was outfitted for the impending apocalypse. We stopped at a gas station and we met with some people who were also in a survival group. One of them was a country man, tall with reddish hair under a dirty cowboy hat, a red plaid shirt and grimy jeans. I went into a different room of the gas station, a living area. I'd been trying to get the man's attention. At the beginning of the dream he seemed like another person from far away. Strong. Charismatic. He's seated at a small round table, I approach him. His accent is distinctly unappealing, it makes him sound uneducated. And his teeth are all fucked up. The teeth are jagged, uneven and brown. I'm pretty sure he was chewing tobacco, too.
He propositions me. For just a moment I start to go along with it, he gives me a smug look and comes over to me. I'd been getting in his personal space all day, like I'd been asking for it.
I wonder what the hell I'm doing, since my boyfriend is in the other room sleeping. We haven't had sex in a long time though and the lack has left me wound tight.

I decide I'm being a moron and tell the man it's a bad idea to do this. He molds his body against my back. I'm short, so my shoulder blades are against his abdomen. For a moment I am lust-stricken. Why? Because my subconscious is jerk and any DC that even shares one feature of Liam's (in this case, the red...ish hair and his height) makes me want to jump his bones. He whispers something in my ear, asking me if I'm sure I want to walk away. I think about his gross mouth, and wonder if it would be rude to tell him not to kiss me on mine, then my restraint kicks in and I step away.
"You know where I am, if you change your mind." He says. Eeeeeeeeeee.

There was something about a person giving me a spray bottle full of liquid, but if I pulled the trigger the contents would spray out wet, but dry instantly as a thin layer of snow. I was really amused, and showed everyone I came across, "Hey guys, look at this neat thing I found!" there was also a pen that did the same thing.

Something about rushing back to the van and closing the doors, and how the back part of the van was all thick metal, like a vault, and that we had outfitted the thing to provide us with oxygen. Some calamity had deprived the world of air. Fun.