I am at the Pastor and his Wife's house. There are Three stories with lots of rooms and staircases all crisscrossing (Mind?)There are rooms that lead torooms with props for pictures, lots of old timey gynecologist exam chairs.
After get together/party we (me and my husband) were invited to spend the night...I clean up lots of candywrappers and trash left behind from others.
Some children aremissing so my husband springs into action to save them and I follow him. We
jump on a boat and find that some teens who wanted to party in the
middle of the lake have drug these kids with them because they
wanted the boat the kids were playing on and didn't consider the fact
that they were small children who could get hurt.
The kids are on a pontoon type thing that attaches to a boat. There is table in themiddle and two double benches on each side. My husband says to hook them to
our speed boat and when I do I decide to be on the safe side I
should sit with them to make sure no one falls off because my husband is fast and doesn't think about the accidents that could happen. We start to go
and the weight of my body made the boat break in half and sink. About 6 to
8 boys and girls started to drown. I began trying to pull the ones
closest to me to the bank which was a very tall muddy wall that surrounded the entire lake. It was
hard to grab onto. I went deeper under water as I began to push them up as
hard as I could to get the kids high enough to grab a hold of the
embankment. The would slip and slide trying to hold on. Once they were able to hold on, I would swim to the middle of the lake and grab
two or more kids and drag them to the embankment. The same the would happen to where they had a hard time grabbing and holding on to the embankment. I could see a boy
wailing his arms and gasping for air and I start to feel scared I will be to
late. I begin to swim to him and then I wake up...
