The Cusp

I've decided to eliminate the Importance qualifier of my dream journal. It just doesn't seem relevant anymore. None of my dreams seem more important than any other.

Fragments: Preparation
I drive my mother to the grocery store so we can pick up a few things. But the stuff I'm looking for is survival food. Stuff that can be stored a long time without going bad, and that has a high nutritional value. We're just topping off our supplies for when the shit hits the fam

Troubled Resort
Clarity: 3/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm working in some sort of resort, when I notice someone else is doing my job. I go deeper into the resort, and these people try to kill me. I run from them, and encounter more of them. Only they're not human, possibly not even alive. I don't know what it is about them that makes me know this, but I just know. I kill any of these freaks I encounter without remorse. It just instinctively feels like the right thing to do.

I go out into the parking lot and can't find my car. It must have been stolen. I flag down a police car and tell him about it. He tells me that's common in this area, and advises me not to report it or I'll just cause myself grief. He seems to imply there is some organization at work here that the police fear.

The police officer gives me a ride home

Road Raging
Clarity: 5/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm going home in a car with my brother at the wheel. He's driving like a maniac, cutting through people's yards. We pull into our driveway and smack a Z-28 parked in front of us. My brother backs away from it and it begins to roll down the driveway and hits us again. My brother tries to push it up several times, but it keep rolling back down into us. I notice a handgun on the road.

A man walks up to us and begins to give us shit. He also has a gun and threatens us with it. Just then the Z-28 pulls out with two women in the front, and I'm relieved the collisions weren't our fault. The man is still talking shit, waving his gun around, and I smack it out of his hand and beat the living shit out of him. Then I shoot him right there in the street.

We go around the corner into a bar.