A river. It sets a boundary that we know to never cross. On our side, the shorelines are steep, grassy cliffs with narrow trails cut into the sides. I spend most of the dream on this shoreline trying to escape something.
There's been an end of the world event. I am often in the company of two men, but I can't recall if I know them in my waking life. We meet another man who I think is dangerous. My partners seem to be aligning themselves with this new person and allow him to threaten me. I decide to slip away secretly on my own immediately. I don't get far from before I find a small group of prisoners this man has gathered. They are tied to chairs in the woods. One is wearing a woven rattan hat and cape. I try to untie him but his ropes turn into metal locks. It is taking too much time and I fear discovery. I steal his hat and cape. He asks me not to but I tell him that I need them to be able to make the journey away from there. I have a plan to find and join the "other" tribe that my group has known is in the same area. I tell the man if I stay we will all die but maybe I can get back with help. I don't want to point out what seems obvious - that he has no real use of the hat and cape anymore because he will probably be killed soon. He lets me have the clothes and looks defeated and resigned as I run away. I go up the cliffs to the plateaus above. I hear people coming so I use the hat and cape to camouflage myself in a patch of tall, straw like grass. The people are running, looking over their shoulders. They pass right by me. I can't see what it is coming behind them, but I have the feeling that it is something very big.
