Today, a Dramatic Beginning.

Hours before it will start, I dreamt of post-apocalypse and probably zombies. We lived on a commune, and though we were afraid, it was a different fear. It wasn't the bomb fear. That was all done with. Sure there were rogues, people who wanted our shit, but they didn't bother families. No, now it was survival. Just like reading My Side of the Mountain, that's all I can say. Always sunny, I had a gun and nothing else. 

Once a man attacked us in a craze, I did mention there might have been zombies or something. His shots woke me from my foragers trance. He stood in the doorway and I followed him as he entered, trying not to drag the sledgehammer. I remember swinging, but in my dreams I'm incapable of doing anything important. I awoke. 

It was one of my happiest dreams. The fear was bracing, and the work was simple and rewarding, like working at a Dollar Store. I guess I crave that kind of thing, despite myself. Most of all, I was part of something, something that was left. But she wasn't; she was still down there somewhere, hopefully untouched. As always, my thoughts were with her. 

-Jem