I am in a huge room where a lot of people are settling in to sleep. It's like crash space after a major event. Everyone is spreading blankets, blowing up air mattrasses, and fluffing pillows. All goes quiet, and we fall asleep.
Suddenly I am awakened by a harsh voice and what sounds like a slap. I lie quietly and hear it again. Now I recognize this as coming from a man at the end of the row, and he is indeed slapping someone who is lying next to him. I am unable to see if it is a woman or child. I get up and make my way over to him, with the determination to intervene. I see that it is a young boy of about 12 that is being slapped around. The man stops when he sees me standing there, but his anger does not abate.
It is now morning, and we are all in a large olympic-size swimming pool. I see the man that was abusing the young boy, and he tries to avoid me. I go over to the boy and together we begin to splash around. We race doing the back crawl, then the front crawl, just having fun. And always, I keep an eye on the man, making sure there is always someone between the boy and him.
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