Fall Out Dusk.

September 6, 2011 Dream: A post apocalyptic world. Except for the setting sun, everything was brown, gray and black. Myself and about 5 other creatures (much like Sendak's Wild Things) sat on the shore of a stagnant lake. It was getting dark and cold when we heard the others coming for us. Three cat-like monsters determined to kill us. We quietly escaped through the dead forest all the while struggling to find a way to open my mysterious tin box that contained a fold up model T. I just couldn't figure out how to open it! None of us could and they were getting closer. The others began working with the humans who tracked us with quad runners, lights blazing. The fall out dust was choking us and made it difficult to see. Finally we made it to the edge of an abandoned city. Climbing to the highest point we watched as they surrounded us. All hope seemed lost. We gathered together taking a last stand. They were coming up the stairs. Suddenly snakes slithered out of the tin box striking me in the hand. I convulsed and shook violently until I woke up in a sweat.