You wake up to the first day of the rest of your life. Nothing is as it seems. Trust no one. You are the only child of a widow who tells you that you must go meet up with your childhood romance. You wake up. It was all a dream, and you're actually en route to your mission to investigate a mysterious happening in an abandoned desert town. You wake up. Why all these dreams? Why is there blood on my hands? Who keeps telling me I wake up? I wake up, inexplicably I have magic powers. I take my father's sword in hand. Vengance will be had. You start quoting random religious texts and dreaming of HP Lovecraft as your ruined and haunted spacecraft hurtles towards a forgotten alien superweapon/planet.