second. dream march 2-3

Something was wrong the moment we left the tarmac. We were flying far too fast, and far too low. I knew we were going down before it happened and gathered my stuff, ready to evacuate the sinking plane. We hit the water with a jolt and left out of the right wing emergency exit onto a sandbank where there was a summer camp. I had this gut feeling that something wasn't right about the place, that something bad was going to happen to us during our brief stay there.