I find myself in a dystopian post-apocalyptic scenario. The world is in ruins, and people gather in small groups with supplies and weapons and survive in the wasteland as they can (picture Mad Max or such). My group of survivors had set up a camp in an empty area. We didn't even have tents - we only had some makeshift bedrolls, firearms (which were gathered in a pile nearby), flares, flashbangs and other supplies, including food. Oh, we also had this really old brown car, which miraculously was still running. We went to bed, as it was night already, but repeatedly through it we were robbed! The bandits would either sneak by and take things or blind us with flashbangs THEN steal our stuff. I've been recently playing Alan Wake, which features a lot of flares and flashbangs, hence them being here in the dream.

By dawn, we figured all the firearms were taken, as well as many supplies. We still had some flares and flashbangs, the bedrolls and the car. We needed to ressuply. We scavenged some gardening tools and a couple of wrenches and screwdrivers and headed off to a bar / saloon which we soon found - weirdly, we didn't take the car. I had taken for myself two huge, sharp gardening scissors, and I would hold each of them on one hand.

As we walk into the bar, I realize this is some sort of videogame. The bartender and patrons seem uneasy with me walking around with those scissors. A prompt comes up on the "screen" advising me to put them away, as I was "+20 intimidating" with them out like that. I put them in my pockets, and they seemed at ease, and the prompt disappeared. I also noticed that the characters here behaved like videogame characters. Some of them would just spout out one-liners, while others were deeper, more important characters who would give me missions. I found this old man dressed up as a cowboy, who began speaking. The "camera" focused on his face as he sent us on a quest.

The dream now changed and I was with a group of RL friends (though I can't tell exactly who they were now) in an apparently old-fashioned hotel. We were all dressed up as cowboys, but I knew we were actually time travelers in the Old West times (nothing was spoken of the dystopian world). We had managed to set up several electric gadgets and bring objects from the future. We had some kind of deal with the owner of the hotel, so he let us hide here and use several rooms. Apparently we were wanted by a local sheriff. It wasn't a big deal really, but since the guy wasn't to be trusted, we avoided confrontation as much as we could.

We were currently setting things up to watch a movie - I'm not sure if on a projection or on a DVD. Regardless, it was much more advanced than anything the locals had ever seen. I didn't question things like where we got the electricity from, but we did seem to be using many stuff that depended on it. Suddenly I realize I hadn't called home to tell I'd be late (?!? Ok, now things make even less sense. Bear with dream me): I yelled "does anybody have a cellphone?" A friend of mine pointed me to a nearby gadget. It was a plastic/metal machine in which the cellphone was inserted sideways - somehow, that was charging it up. I pulled it out and called home (?! WHAT?).

The call through time and space actually worked, though with a little noise. I told my mother I would probably be late, as I had traveled into the past. I erroneously said I was somewhere along the 16th or 17th century, and didn't seem to consider that since I could time-travel, that I would just go back to a point where I wouldn't be late. As I walk outside the room, I notice a man running over to our room. He tells me the sheriff is coming. I turn off the phone and hurry my friends to leave. We are on the second floor. We open a window and I jump on a wall outside, then hang myself down by the arms and jump. I wake up shortly after getting to the ground.