So I remember this one from like the middle of it and so my brother and I were in some sort of flying structure thing and we were going over the valley where I live except it was like an ocean and a mountain near my house was on an island. So my brother and I flew over the ocean and earlier he said he hoped his life jacket would work. So then we had to drop into the ocean and we started falling really fast but I didn't get that weird stomach feeling as we fell. So again he said he hoped his thing would work and I said we were going too fast. So anyways we were underwater but I couldn't swim for the life of me. I started to panic and then I saw these floaty red things that would take you to the surface so as one passed I grabbed it and held on tight and it brought us to the surface. So we both were sitting there just floating and so we had to swim back to our island which I guess was new York city and not my town, so we swam and I though we were at the Chicago island when we got there, but my brother said that new York had streets facing the ocean so we were home and we talked to some people and yeah.