Foremostly, I remember that we were somewhere dark, like I rose up from a sleeping bag. We had to listen to handle like a game or battle in how we act. A person became designated somehow. Finally, it was over. I remember being in our kitchen with an uprised long thin somewhat dish washer. Something was burning in the kitchen I told them to run, but my mom was turning it down. I was too tired to dream the 1st part again.