DreamJournal

Something bad had happened, end of the world, nuclear war, something, and there were just a rag-tag group of survivors left. We were all at a hotel, on the roof, camping, trying to figure out what to do. I think at one point I suggested we conserve power by turning off lights. I remember that just before this point it was like a voiceover or following a script, because I distinctly heard/knew that the group survived longer because of the large stores of power used to power... something, in the hotel. We even got in contact with another group through the CB radio or something.

Jump to the same hotel except it's an ISP (paralynx I think) and things are back to normal. I register and say that I'm going to be storing $2,000,000 there with me and am told that that's a lot of money. I arrive and have a paper bag full of fake money or bonds or something given to me (I never had the real money of course). Then I go around looking for a handgun to buy. Mine is not there, or wrong in some way so I try to get the guy (Illiad I think) to find the guns that would have just come in, but he can't. I think to myself that if I'm this rich why am I still putting up with this service, they can't even find one handgun for me.

The guy tells his wife to get up earlier than me (5am or something) so that they can get things ready and find the guns. When I go to sleep it's in the common area of the hotel with a bunch of other people, and I end up a couple of beds down from Keth, and we start talking about how it's the end of the world and everything before I wake up.