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I'm helping Noah from the Bible round up people to put on the ark. I find a half-wolf, half-man couple and look at my list. Oddly enough, they made the list, so I tell them where to go. I am one of the only humans who can come. My mother and grandfather must stay behind But I do my duty to Noah, and round up some more "people". We all get on the boat, with our things packed, and I play with toddlers for what seems like forever. Then I check my phone, and text my mother to see if she is still alive. She say "I'm stil alive, but I am less then mortal." I peek out the door, and a mountain is approaching. I grab the steering while and manage the currents and arrive in a cove. We pile out, and are greeting by people. We gather our clothes from where they fell out onto the beach, but I can't find my shorts and tank tops. Bummed, I keep walking. I find a table, where two men are about to sell a bundle of clothes to a woman. I look closer at the clothes. They're my shorts and tank tops! Somehow, they give them back.

I am in a building, and I can hear my dad making a phone call on my brother's behalf, advertising in an almost sing-song manner that they should hire him. I walk into a room and hear the door behind it shaking. Then, it swings open and out bursts a two-year old girl in nothing but a shirt. For some reason, she reminds me of Trisha. Jack, one of my students at the learning centre I work at, is with me and is equally as shocked to see all these young children invading the room.

I am in my old house's garage. Instead of it being concrete, it is made of hardwood, and there is a 1-inch diameter, perfectly circular hole in the ground. Below that, I can see the basement of the garage. (Apparently, this garage has two stories). I drop a red ball down it. Once on the bottom story (somehow), my parents are throwing footballs at the wall, and my brother and I must stick with plasticized ones so we don't break anything.