it started out with me being on the US olympic diving team. it looked nothing like the olympics. i was doing a simple back dive, and four of us would go at a time from four different diving boards set up along the pool. it looked like the old aquatic center (sort of) that i used to go to. i was doing fairly well, but not perfectly. then one girl went that was all by herself. she was from some tiny never-heard-of country. she did the most amazing dive ever. right after her, two middle-eastern men did some sort of weird floating-on-their backs sort of performance art thingy, and then they got attacked by some rabid jerks, and we ran over there to try to help them, but there was a giant swan in our way.

then there was an advertisement for "the ancient history" collection at jcpenney. yeah, i don't know. it was some sort of figurines including dragons, buddahs, and some kind of hilly thing that in my dream was very western pre-christian spiritual.

then, i and two other teachers (both male) had taken a group of children (9th and 10th graders, i think) to some sort of jungley area for various kind of culture studies. the children got very into some sort of uber-post-apocalyptic-back-to-primitive-monkey-behavior thing and took over. it was very lord of the flies. the two other teachers and i managed to stay away from them. they were looking for us because they believed we were trying to brainwash them and turn them into something other than what they were (the reason for the devolution). of course, this was entirely imaginary on their part. we had locked ourselves into some sort of room with a gps and a satellite phone and were trying to call home, but the children found us. there was another child (a girl) with us that had been helping us. they knocked the two men out and started dragging them out and sprayed something into the girl's and my faces that made it difficult to move, though we were still conscious.

then they dragged us out. they had erected some sort of weird wooden thing. part of it had been dug into an underground basement-like area. then i saw what they were doing. the two male teachers had somehow become sort of brainwashed slaves to the children. they were wearing weird little grass underwear type things. very kitschy 60s tv cavemen type stuff. they had decided they needed to burn me as a sacrifice to something. i started screaming. i can still hear my dream screams in my mind. they sound nothing like my real screams. i was struggling, but it was hard to get away. the smoke from the pyre had mixed with something else in the air, and i saw this monstrous tornado coming. through the haze, i saw what really looked like the burnt-out shell of one of the twin towers through the haze, and my dream self wondered at this since we had been in the middle of the jungle. then the ghost tower was gone again. the tornado caught the attention of the children. they started to panic, and i managed to get away. i crawled down into the slightly burning (the wind had blown fire from the pyre onto it) shelter/basement area. i was hiding. then one of the little girls was running down there saying "help me!" over and over again. i was trying to put out the fire without getting sucked out by the tornado. the last thing i remember is her telling me i was cruel.

then my alarm went off, and i woke up.