You wake up with the lingering whispers of a dream rattling around in your head. Something about kilts and hats that yell about wind. You're not sure you want to know. Your headache is gone, but sleeping in a tree is playing havoc with your back. Sitting up, the first thing you notice is the black all of storm clouds rolling in along the mountain range. That's not exactly the first thing you want to see in the morning. You clamber down the tree, nearly falling off of the last branch.
Okay, mental checklist time. First, you're hungry. Second, storm. Third, you still have no idea where you are. Stomach first, questions later. Your gaze wanders to the bushes you saw yesterday, and you decide that just looking can't hurt. You don't even have to get that close to realize they are black raspberries. Cha-ching! Jackpot. You use your shirt to hold the several handfuls of berries you picked as you make your way back to the tree. That's when a raindrop lands right on your nose.
Looking up, you realize that the storm clouds have moved overhead. Not too far in the distance, you can see sheets of rain hammering down on the mountains. As you watch, the wind begins to pick up, thrashing the tree's branches to and fro. You decide the cave looks very good right now, and break into a run towards it, still carrying the berries. The cave you ran for was the deeper cave you noticed before. Hopefully, there's not a bear in it. You jog into the cave just in time for a blast of wind to soak you with rain. Ah, yes.
Well, there's your shower for the day. You pull your shirt off, carefully setting it on the floor. Your eyes have adjusted to the darker interior of the cave, so you look around. There's a pool of water off to one side with a natural skylight above it. It seems fairly shallow. The floor of the cave is sandy, with the occasional jutting rock. Further back, the cave walls close in and form a corner. Across the cave from the pool of water, there's a slab of stone that's more or less flat. Looks like you found somewhere to sleep, at least. You sit down on the side of the slab, and stare out of the cave. The storm is absolutely raging at this point, and rain is being blown into the cave by the roaring winds. Lightning tears across the sky, followed by a peal of thunder loud enough to make your ears ring.
Well, that was loud. For lack of anything else to do, you lay back on the slab and try to catch a quick nap. The storm roars on outside. You close your eyes and let your mind run free as you relax. You open you eyes. The storm has passed. You fell asleep, apparently. It's dark out. You sit up and stretch, earning a series of pops for your arms and back. Ouch. You eat a few berries, and walk over to the water pool. You scrutinize it, able to make it out from the shaft of moonlight hitting it. Nothing's alive in there, and it seems clean enough, but you decide not to chance it. You walk outside, and look up.
That's not normal. The moon is larger than it should be, and the craters don't match up to what you know it is supposed to look like. In fact, it seems unnaturally devoid of craters or lunar features in general. It's giving you the creeps. You look for familiar constellations, and a few. Some are missing, and others are changed. You feel panic begin to take hold. What the hell is going on? Where are you? A deluge of questions that you cannot answer pours into your mind. You stumble back into the cave, barely holding it together. The last thing you need to do is have a meltdown in an alien environment with god knows what going on outside and- Damn. You just stepped in your food.
You look at your shirt. There's a big splotch of reddish-purple right in the middle of it, and it seeped through both sides. That's going to stain. Actually, you think, aren't black raspberries sometimes used as a dye? You decide the berries are ruined anyways, and thoroughly grind the berries into the shirt. By the time you're done with your makeshift stress ball, the shirt and your hands are both soaked in the red juices of the berries. You wash the shirt off in the pool of water, and hang it on a tree outside. You'll find out tomorrow if it worked. At least it took your mind off of your situation for now.
It's still the middle of the night, and you've managed to throw off your entire sleep cycle because of that storm. You really wish you had a fire right now, but you don't even have dry wood to start one. Why couldn't you have wound up here with a lighter? Wait. You mentally and physically palm your face as you realize you haven't checked your pockets since waking up yesterday. You shove your hands into your pockets and find a distinct lack of anything. Hey, wait! You've got a pack of gum in one of your pockets. It's all melted and gooey from being in there so long, but it doesn't have lint stuck in it, so you pop a piece into your mouth. You set the rest on a rock near the slab.
Minty. You lay back down and chew as you try to think of what you should do. You decide that you're not getting out of here anytime soon, so you begin to make plans for making the cave a bit more livable. Doors are always a good idea, you figure. And shelves. But these require wood, and you don't have an axe. Maybe you can find flint and make a crude knife or something? You groan, knowing you really don't have the slightest clue what to do in a situation like this. You wish you knew some songs to keep yourself occupied, but you don't. Time passes, and you drift off into a dreamless slumber.