The Cusp

The Crack Cabin
Clarity: 6/10
Importance:3/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I cut class and end up at a cabin in the woods inhabited by petty criminals. They inhabitants are into everything from stealing drugs to releasing clouds of poison gas in balloons shaped like Japanese cartoon animals. What gets these criminals busted is that they robbed a photo finishing place, took all the photos, and are calling the people who own them up and trying to sell them their own photographs.

The police show up and escort me outside so they can bust the criminals. There are two police officers, and two criminals inside with shotguns. The crooks and cops face off, the cops trying to get back inside and the crooks trying to shoot them, and trying to shoot me.

I try to stay against the outside of the cabin wall, away from any windows, but there are too many windows and small openings where the bad guys are pointing shot guns at me. I'm a little annoyed at the cops for dragging me into this situation, it's 2 vs 2 (I don't have a gun), and the odds of the police winning is only 50%. What's more, the criminals seem to be targeting only me.

No matter where I try to hide, the crooks get an angle on me with their shotguns. I get fed up with this and charge inside the cabin towards one of the criminals. I knock his shotgun aside, punch him in the face and grab his gun. Then I proceed to bash his head in with the butt end of the shotgun. Then I turn and blast the other one away.

Aquatic Uncles
Clarity: 6/10
Importance: 3/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

It's the final days of summer, I'm in a boat with my brother and my uncle Rick, and we pull up to the shore of a cabin. I grab a radio from the back of the boat but the batteries die, and I complain loudly how boring this is. My uncle not wanting us to be bored takes us back in the boat and we look for something more fun to do.

We pass the area where the crack cabin from the previous dream was located, and I begin to tell my brother about it. Then I see a scene where the crooks were supposed to have released the poison gas, only it wasn't them. It a much larger and more sinister organization, and the petty crooks who took the wrap for it are on the ground spasming from the poison gas.

We stop under the bridge spanning between Quebec and Ontario to look for some rapids. Unfortunately, the water levels are too low, and the rapids are pretty tame. So tame there are a bunch of small children playing in them. I inspect the area a little, and it would have been an awesome swimming spot if the water was higher, but now it just sucks.

I get my uncle to take us home, and we leave the boat and get into his truck. At the first stoplight we come to, I see my uncle Dennis waiting to cross the street in one of his many tye dyed tee-shirts. I get out and stand on the other side of the street, also wearing on of the tye dies he made.

Dennis and his friends cross the street, and they hand me something that looks like a shotgun. I stare through the barrel, and notice it's a little thick, and there are additional barrels branching off it at weird angles. It doesn't really seem like a real gun, when they tell me it's for shooting fireworks and ask if I want to try it. Awesome! Now that sound like fun!

I follow them back down to the marina where we pile into a boat. As we get onto some kind of highway for boats, I notice 30 foot waves around the bend of the bay. I try to tell the others, but we've started going really fast in the wrong direction. We're in the wrong lane, going dangerously fast with all the other boats coming straight at us.

Again I try to warn the others of the huge waves, but they don't hear me. Then up ahead I see a huge wall of water. The other boaters in front of the wave try to wave at us to stop, but we crash right into it like a ramp and fly through the air. The boat traffic beneath us is tightly packed and we just narrowly miss landing on another boat as we come down.

Again I see a wall of water ahead of us, and again the other boaters try to wave us off. But we hit the giant wave at incredible speeds and launch ourselves high into the air. This time we do land on another boat, crushing it's passengers, and bounce off into something akin to a gutterball lane.

We try to help the injured and we all walk back to the beginning of the water road at the marina. There is a crowd of people standing outside, and some hippie chick is asking people if they want a cinnamon Q-tip. I try one and it tastes pretty good. I ask her if she made them herself, and she looks embarrassed. Then I see a commercial for cinnamon Q-tips.