My dream last night

Three hikers, lost in the middle of nowhere as the sun begins to set. A flash flood forces them to higher ground. As they work their way up the slope, they come to a flat area and catch their breath--only to see someone scaling the cliffside . . .

The same three hikers, but there's no flash flood. They continue at ground level, looking for a landmark. Then a ragged, filthy woman beats one of them to death. Cornered, the other two scale the cliffside to escape. As they climb higher and higher, they see visions of lives they might have lived and people they might have met. The man among the pair sees a version of himself who found happiness in a more feminine presentation, and the woman sees a version of herself who became a strong, proud man, and the visions change them, and they become what they could have been. Then they reach flat ground, and find their original selves already there, along with the dead man, alive and unharmed.

A hiker, the only survivor of the flash flood that killed her two companions. She's been out here for a long, long time, and she keeps meeting strange, twisted copies of them. Along with copies of herself. But they can't be real. She knows she's the last one left. So whatever these monsters really are, she won't rest until she's killed them all.

I woke up before it came to any kind of ending.

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Somewhere in Israel, a gay Ethiopian Jew is offending all the world’s worst people at once.

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Consider a situation where either humanity will all die, or an alien species will all die. I can’t relate to any human who’s certain they would never choose to save the aliens.

(On the flipside, I know of four works of fiction where nonhumans or non-baselines choose to wipe themselves out to save baseline humanity. Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal was the only one that was joking.)