Okay, let me start with this. When I was in about the fifth grade, I was having nightmares about waves crashing down on me, or destroying things, or even destroying me. But one day I forgot about all those dreams and went with my mom and my friend, Margret, to look for Beanie Babies. I got a red bull one.

I got home and put my new Beanie Babie away. As I was putting it away, I spilled a glass of water, and it gave me an idea that I wanted to go swimming in the ocean with my friend. So we got ready and went to the beach. We took out our boogie boards and went to go boogie boarding. About 10 minutes later, we got bored of doing that so we went in and then back out without the boogie boards. We went really far out, the farthest I've ever gone. but something didn't feel right. I felt like I couldn't move. I told my friend, and I talked to her about how I couldn't move. I just repeated a whole bunch of stuff. I didn't care how dumb I sounded, but I wanted to say stuff like that. and I didn't talk for a while and no one saw that I wasn't moving. So I just laid there and told my friend "bye" and just calmed down.

I knew that I was going to die, so I just tried to think of things I've been though to get my mind of the dying thing. I heard a thundering sound that woke me up. I couldn't move to look behind me. I just calmed down again, and all of a sudden, a huge wave came down on me and crashed on my head, and it knocked me out. I was out for a long time, like two minutes. I was knocked out until I woke up, but I didn't wake up in the water. I was in the sky! I was looking down at myself, and all I saw was the top of my head. I didn't see my face at all. I saw that I probably wasn't breathing, so I looked round and saw my friend's mom run to the water to help us. I wanted to be alive when she got me, so I went bak into myself, but I remember it hurting really bad. Then I went though this thing that looked like circuits and then got into this white room. By this time I fainted in the room. When I woke up, I felt tiny breaths of air against my face. I stood up and it was my guinea pig that died two years ago. I started crying and picked him up and hugged him and walked into a bright white light. Then I woke up. I saw my friend's mom, martha. She lead me to safety, and I got sick and was really cold. It was then that I realized how precious life is and how powerful dreams are.