1.
The waters were murky, and we travelled by what I suppose was boat. We arrived at a building, I presume it was a school. Climbed up the creaky wooden steps, past some low hanging branches, and were expected to enter the building through the window panes. No, I did not fit.
2.
The water was sparkling, so welcoming to swim into. But I cannot swim. There were gloats just lying around, and I could use those. I was searching for my parents. Splashed around for a bit, I did. Finally, the area opened up into a cove, and I could walk. But there was a naked child in my arms. I was discontent at the child. It wasn't mine. Filthy, uncute creature. I kept slapping her arse in hopes of making her cry. I hated her, yet carried her I did. And all I could do to channel my the for her was to keep smacking her bum.
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