Candyland  I'm floating in an ocean, on a surface. The surface is like a foam pad about two inches thick, covering all the water. I'm not getting wet. I'm in a group of people. I see a meteor. Another person points it out too. It goes across the sky, which is a mixture of green and black. The sky becomes mostly green with a black shadow-like image of dangling spider-like legs. The black streaks contract. As they do the surface of the ocean breaks. I don't want to fall in. Other people do want to fall in. People want to go to Candyland, as it seems, which is a fun place, or so I hear. I don't want to go because I'll have to swim back. I fall into the water, which is very warm. It is sweet and thick, like chocolate. In this place everyone is playing a game. The goal of the game is to accumulate something, or some things, in a certain proportion. To begin, I run and climb up a series of air-filled plastic tube mountains. The area is wet, like a water park. I think I will do well. I beat the crowd up the structure and grab money and other items, including a checkbook and passport. The things I accumulate are money, power, and wealth. These clues are later no good. I clutch my hand full of paper bills and other wealth. My friend Bubba Hacker is chasing me. I run and jump off a tube structure, diving into the pool of water below. I over rotate in the dive and land on my back. Bubba follows me.  There are other ways to play the game; other things to do. I have a small plastic object that looks like a clear remote control. I'm trying to accumulate red or light purple dots on it. I do this by coming into contact with people who have red or light purple dots in their possession, since more than one person can share some clues. I succeed in getting some red dots. I get "ambushed" by people, including my brother Wally. We wrestle in the water for what I have in my hand. I think it is my checkbook. Normally in water, I am afraid of being pushed under. I really want the checkbook though, and go under the water and grab onto it with both hands. A man reads off the scores of the game for the first round. I didn't do well. My high school classmate George German did well. My family's friend Erika Hedgcock did well too.  As the man reads, I see Annie. We are walking by each other. I put my arm around her as we walk. She puts her arm around me. We walk up stairs, and she jokingly says to me that I better not flirt with the lady that is walking in front of us. I say yeah.  The second round starts. Immediately I pick up a bunch of different clues, including dice, figurines, a match stick-like structure, and small plastic animals that are size of a quarter. They act like keys, I think, and enable one to go further into a particular area. I think maybe I should have just gotten one or two clues in some area. I go into a place of lodging. It is fake; made up for the game. It's a sort of primitive house. I am going to make porridge. I'm alone, and don't really know what to do. My high school classmate Nathan Plumber and my junior high social studies teacher Gary Lashing are there. Another kid starts to make a fire. He needs a clue. I have it; it is the matchstick. It is cracked, but I try it anyway. I light the match and try to light a bigger object using it.