I was following Matthew down a series of small slopes, and a few other people from school were following him as well. I would stand on one of my feet and balance, sliding down.
One of the other people asked what would happen if we fell, and Matthew said not to worry. Eventually the slopes ended, and we were free falling. After a bit, a platform with a cup in the center came into view.
The target was to land in the cup, and with Matthew's assurance, I just let myself fall. I think I landed on the platform, but someone else landed in the cup, and we congratulated them.
I wasn't sure if it was me or not, but I was confident, so I thought it was at first, but then I realized that it was a black-painted round ship from Escape Velocity Nova, and that I didn't look like that.
I started running around in boredom and then fell off of the platform. I think the others followed me. Soon, I and a large number of classmates and possibly other people, more than were with us before, were in a water-filled room, with ancient-looking ruins along the sides, like from WarCraft III.
We all got lots of water balloons, as I believe they were throughout the room, and threw them at one another. I frequently shielded my head for some reason. I would swim about in the shallowish water, and evade the people on the ruins' throws.
At one point, I was holding a water balloon under a tarp, and squished it until it exploded. The water shot upward and then caused a torrential downpour on us for a few seconds.
Eventually, two parents entered the area, a couple. The man started commenting that people had said that this was North Africa, but that it didn't look much like it. He stayed, however, and continued to complain.
The staff started taking the area down, and drained the water. We went through a wall into an adjacent room, where they began setting up again. Here, there was also a candy shop and some chairs. We began playing here.
An older man, who looked rather like the complainer, but wasn't the same person, came up to me and sat down opposite me while I was in one of the chairs. Someone had warned me of his coming a few seconds before, calling him "Scrooge".
I recognized him from somewhere before, and as he was looking rather mean, I mentioned something that I had used to convince him to be nice before. His face instantly lit up, and I smiled happily.
(ooo, fun, swimming in dreams.)
Posted by Trevor Savage at September 13, 2003 1:42 PM