I started out in a house where a woman was released from a tiny jar. I think maybe a witch released her. Then after she came out, it was like all these mummies were released. It was as if they weren't supposed to come out, but they got out anyway. I was afraid, but they didn't hurt us or even try. We were trying to find a way out of the house. "We" is a younger version of one of my younger cousins and a baby. Don't know whose baby, just a baby that I felt I needed to protect.

Suddenly, we were on a huge ship, almost like a cruise ship, but one that had been stripped down and junky. It was full of people running the boat. Then in the blink of an eye, they were all gone. All of a sudden I had to try to steer the boat to protect my cousin and the baby. We were doing okay, until for some reason the boat started going down smaller and smaller waterways.

We ran aground, but that didn't stop us. We kept moving faster and faster even though we were on the ground. I kept trying to steer us closer to water. Sometimes we made it, sometimes I had to keep finding areas where people wouldn't get hurt. A couple of times, we ended up going over bridges and breaking them.

Finally I got us back to a big body of water and realized that we had made it from one ocean to the other. We were safe. I remember thinking that maybe when we were in the water that we should jump over so that we could be rescued, but I was afraid that I couldn't support my cousin and the baby and keep them from getting hurt. Very strange and it has kept with me all day.