The Cusp

Some guy and I have a very large bag of money, and the goons we took it from are not happy and are hunting us down.

They are chasing us, and I follow the guy I'm with into a car and we speed off. We are driving so fast, every bump we hit causes us to catch air. After on such jump, the car we're in nose dives downwards. We fall for much longer than we should have, and I'm dreading the impact. Somehow, we land on all four tires, even though the front of the car was pointed downwards. That inconsistency almost makes me lucid, but our fleeing overrides my better judgement.

We get out of the car, and I figure it was stolen or something, and we're going to switch vehicles to throw them off our trail. Now there's two guys with me. We seem to have thrown off our pursuers, so we walk casually down the street, trying to blend in. The two dudes with me go their own way now that the danger has passes. I walk down a dark section of Bank street that is always pitch black in my dreams.

I end up in someone's house or apartment, and take a bath. As I lay in the tub, I see in third person perspective our pursuers have found me and are in the house. THey also have my partner in crime, and walk him to the bathroom door with a knife at his throat. THey coax him to call me out, and as soon as he does so, the slit his throat, and he falls to the ground dead. Even though I'd just seen this, my perspective goes to under the water in the tub, and I surface, knowing I hadn't seen the danger awaiting me.

Then another weird perspective change. I'm watching from 3rd person perspective again, and they guy who was previously me is behind the open fridge door, pouring water on himself from the sink to rinse off soap. Luckily, this new location has kept me hidden from the intruders, who haven't seen me yet.

Then wake up