Water Sports

I was on a small boat in a large warehouse full of water - a giant pool. The boat pulled up to a large, light-blue inflated raft which was used as a walkway to seats. There was to be some sort of water sport that we were attending.

I gingerly stepped out onto the raft, but, of course, it sank in beneath me. I knew I would not be able to walk on it, nor would I be able to climb up to the seating area.

On the other side of the blue raft, I noticed a set of stairs that led up to a ladder. I walked, ankle-deep, to the stairs and climbed up, although the stairs did not lead all the way up to the upper seating area.

From the stairs, I was able to climb onto a side rail and crawl along until I reached the upper level. This was a silly thing to do, because my hands could not carry my weight for long. Someone from the seats yelled - "You can't do that!"

I stopped, made my way back to the flimsy steps and climbed down. As I began to make my way down the blue raft, thinking...I just need to get out of here. This isn't for me.... I spotted a gate and an easy set of accessible stairs. How did I miss that the first time? I opened the gate, and began to look for the stairs. As things often are in dreams, the seating became jumbled - no space for me to sit, uncomfortable seating, difficulty in getting down the aisle to a seat. I climbed to the top and found a door leading outside.

There, my sister and her family awaited me in their van, but first..the had to go back inside and order BBQ to take home for dinner.