He swore at the impact, feeling it through his body even despite the fact that he was in a dream. He could tell that it SHOULD have worked, but whatever was targeting him right now had ensured that it didn't. This was bad. He was vulnerable like this, and he knew it. He needed to wake up. SOMEHOW.

The scribbles, as unsettling as they were, seemed like his best option. His home base had them all over the place. Perhaps in this case, they would save his life rather than signal something that would end it. Either way, he didn't have any other leads. So he followed, running. Something was coming; he didn't have much time left. He needed to get somewhere safe.