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Paul and I are watching someone’s little boy who is about one years old. It could be our grandson. There is a pool that is very deep. He crawls into the pool and goes down to the bottom. I have a blue bathing suit on and my glasses. ( or maybe contacts). I dive and swim down to the bottom (9-10 feet). The water is not very clear and it is hard to see. I rescue the boy.

A little while later, I sit next to Paul and ask where is the little boy. Paul is sitting on a bleachers. He doesn’t know. I panic and start looking for him. I get others to look as well. I worry that he got back into the water.

I am at a woman’s house with lots of other women. We eat. I help clean up. There are lots of crumbs on a long table with a table cloth. It is difficult to get all the crumbs off. A mean woman comes to give the owner of the house something. The three women still there say she is gone (they don’t trust the woman). There is a man who was at the house and tried to leave. I ask him how deep the water that is on one side of the house is. He points to his upper chest. I try to leave and the water is up to my neck. I go back to the house and go another way.

Feelings: happy when all of us women are eating, a bit frustrated trying to get the crumbs off of the table cloth, and nervous when the mean woman comes.