Dream Journal

Rebecca and I are wandering about a dangerous run-down city. The sky is murky and brown. At certain spots in the dream I would SAVE and then return if things got bad to do it with better preparation or do it differently. In some areas, my fear, I believe, was conjuring up bad stuff, like gangs. One came after us — teens with death-ray guns were harassing us. I realized that they intended to rape her, and that it was my fear that created that. I did not want it to continue. I said to Rebecca “Revert?” and she accepted. So we went back to an earlier scene and took another route. It was so bad that someone and I had brought guns. I felt I had failed when I did so. . . . Our ultimate goal was to get to an airport. The airport was also a mall, of course.