There were about 4 of us in the red VW. We were in the ocean floating towards shore. There were other cars around us that were also floating, half submerged, heading the same way. I'm not sure how we got there, but we needed to make it to the left side of the rocks ahead. It didn't look like we were going to make it at the rate the waves were bringing us in. I told everyone to get in the water and help swim the car over to the left side. The car should be light enough for us to move it, as things are lighter in water. We were able to do it and climbed up the bank and out of the water. The car deflated as if it were a blow up floater and I put it in my pocket.
We continued on to where some people were gathered and discovered we had to make it through an obstacle course in order to leave. The course had us climbing some tall structures and maneauvering across, finding our hand and foot holds where we could. The guy I was dating let me go ahead so he could make sure people got across ok. He kept getting further and further behind as I continued traversing my way. I was getting frustrated that he was so far back because I was scared of heights and it was really frightening for me. I didn't think I was going to be able to make it and feared the fall. The course had you jumping from platform to platform, climbing, swinging and clinging on for dear life. I dared not to look down.
After much struggle and a few tears, I finally got across. I turned around and my date was no where to seen. Annoyed, I made my way back, walking under the area I had just come across. After much searching, I found him standing with a few people watching something I couldn't make out. He looked over and sensed my exasperation. I didn't know whether to cry or to be angry.
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