The Cusp

Rockin'
Clarity: 8/10
Importance:6/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm at a music festival. I know Gord Downie and the Country of Miracles are playing, but I don't plan on seeing them because I don't really like Gord's solo stuff. But the band I'm currently watching is really awful. So awful in fact, that they get pulled off the stage, and replaced with Gord Downie. I'm surprised to see a crackhead I know take the stage with them on the guitar.

So they start playing, and to my surprise, it's awesome! Song after song and it's all great. They even play some Tragically Hip songs like "Looking for a Place to Happen". After the show concludes, I walk away from the stage and see a woman rolling a joint. I approach her and ask if she has an extra nug she can sell me. Turns out she has lots. She hand me a nice looking bud, only a couple of grams worth. When I ask her how much, she tells me 50 bucks. I'm offended by the high price and we get into an argument. She's really rude and I tell her I might just keep it without paying her anything.

Her boyfriend shows up, an ugly old dude, and shoves me. He talks crap until I finally hit him, but my punch is weird, kinda slow and no power. The guy, who now has crutches, comes at me trying to use one of his crutches as a weapon. I grab his other crutch and wield it like a staff, nailing him in the head over and over, but still I'm landing weak blows.

I'm now concerned with my lack of punching prowess. I toss aside the crutch and decide to focus on the basics. Since my form is fine, I focus on drawing power from speed. I punch him a few more times, and my punches are improved, but they still don't feel right.

Bow Craft
Clarity: 5/10
Importance:4/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

Some local kids come to my door to show my their weapons. They have some swords and bows, although their bows are rather small and crappy. I take out my bows to show them and try to draw the string, but I can barely move it. I keep trying and eventually get the bow to give a little, but when I release it, the bow doesn't spring back and the string just sags. That's weird, I think, so I go to my room to fetch my other bow.

I enter to find two of the kids running around in my room, and that angers me. I yell at them and chase literally chase them out. My brother chastises me for being so mean.

In my room I see an empty case of beer, but it's full of melted ice. I worry it's going to soak through the cardboard and spill, but when I inspect it, it's not leaking. It must have been made to hold ice. But when I try to pick it up, the corner rips and water floods everywhere. I grab towels and blankets to soak up the water so it doesn't ruin the hardwood, but the more I try to clean it, the more water there is.

Water Park
Clarity: 4/10
Importance:2/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm at a water park with friends from high school. We run around the facility and I recognize areas from a previous dream. The bunch of us go on a ride aboard this huge wooden raft like boat down a river. Everything is fine until I spot this huge violent waterfall. I fully expect us to plunge over the falls and have the boat crash beneath the water nose first. But when we go over, the boat glides slowly though the air like it's made of light styrofoam, and we gently touch down in the water.

The ride stops for a moment and we disembark. We're waiting for it to start again, but the employees have all gone left. I see the other boats ahead of us traveling down the river. I walk back to the building that contains the change room to get my close, but it too is closed and there are no lights on. Several other people show up who want in.

I begin to worry because my wallet, clothes and car keys are in there. Someone tries the door and it's unlocked, we we all head to the change room and get our stuff out of the lockers. I can't seem to find the right locker.

Home
Clarity: 7/10
Importance:4/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I go out into the backyard to smoke some tobacco through a bong. I try to stay out of sight because it looks funny and I don't want the neighbours to see, but someone moved the table out in the open. There is a round patch of dead grass, dirt and ants where the table was before.

My father comes out and informs me he moved the table. As we walk across the dead patch, our feet sink deep into the ground. It's very soft. Where our feet sank in, an infestation of ants and insects bursts our of the ground from our foot prints. It's disgusting, and my father says we're going to have to tread the whole yard with pesticides.

I know where they are, and go into the basement to fetch the bottle. I enter a room and see it's set up like a laundry mat, with very old washers and dryers and a stack of wire carts suspended from the ceiling. I think it's a very cool find, left behind by the previous owners of the house, and I wander around inspecting things before I decide to lay down for a nap.

My nap is interrupted by voices calling me, and I remember we are supposed to have family visiting. My aunt is in the doorway and I feel a cat curled up on my head. I begin to yell "Cat on my head! Cat on my head!" after an old Kids in the Hall sketch. The cat very friendly, practically hugging me. It tucks it's head in the nape of my neck and begins to make a horribly strange sound.