The dream started this time in the Alps. My family and the Gelbards were being led through the top of the Alps by a Tour Guide (not a Sherpa) that had been industrialized but long ago left to rust. The tour was similar to that at Mesa Verde. We were led into this rusting building shaped like a cowboy hat. Here, water covered the floor to about four feet. It was icey and there was suddenly snowy outside where it hadn’t been before. Our guide stood outside while we ventured in. The room was a showroom for very old cars. Somewhere behind me a panel at the bottom of the wall opened and all he water started to drain, creating a strong current. My father, sister, and mother all were pulled into the stream. The Gelbards disappeared.
I switched awarnesses and suddenly I was a few years older with a brother a few years younger than my age named William and a sister of three named Clarisse but Cara for short. They were all in the water room then with me. I was named Mandy. The family pattern was similar to the Baudilaire stories; we also didn’t have any parents and an evil organization wanted us for child labor so we were on the run. The tour guide outside had morphed into two bodyguards and a petite girl in ice blue stood between them. She started to brag to us about how much better she was in the sport of hopping from mini-iceburg to mini-iceburg than were were. These mini-iceburgs had started to float around the room. My sister, Cara, who could barely swim and could only float was being pulled by the current. I desperately wanted to go to her but William beat me there first, swimming strongly. They were both taken in the current and out the wall panel into the darkness beyond. I think I screamed for them but the water was rising and the girl in the ice blue had dipped a toe in the water, decided she didn’t like it, and was leaving.
I switched awarenesses again and I was back to me, Mollie. The bodyguards helped me out of the water and then they morphed back into the tourguide. The ice blue girl had left. The Tour Guide continued my tour. I can’t remember mourning my family. I asked the Tour Guide where we were going but he didn’t reply. He led me to a rusty building that was shaped like a low rectangle. Inside he made me go by myself into a hall that was completely silver and pristine. As I approached a door it opened by itself, going seamlessly into the wall. After I passed, the door silently closed. I was starting to get vaguely suspicious because around the Alps lately children had been going missing although it was a worldwide phenomenon by now. I walked into a large room with mirrors on every side and a gray floor. Everywhere there were children of all ages but every one under eighteen. A rough man came out of a door in the wall and handed me a paper to fill out about myself. I appreciated the logic of an autobiographical sheet in the context of keeping everyone in order. Most of the children had these sheets but had only filled in their first name. I sat between two columns. There was a secretary window at the end of the large room were we could put the completed sheets. I got to work.
Presently a girl next to me who was slightly older asked me something,
“Will you give this to Will?” she asked, speaking as if he was right behind me and giving me her sheet.
“Sure,” I handed mine to her for her to hold while I gave it to the boy. But there was no boy there just a sheet with the name ‘William’ which I picked up and gave to her. I looked back at her to see she was smiling in a most sad way. She was sprawled out on her stomach, crookedly, with her head and shoulders raised to see me. She grinned as if she was barely lucid. I realized there was no William. She grinned even more when I realized that she was refrencing a book with the character trio, Mandy, William and Cara. I laughed along with her.
I switched awarenesses again. This time I was Mandy and it turned out that my awarness had switched to the girl who had asked for William. She really was Mandy from the book. I had disappeared. A grimy boy wormed his way through a group of children in front of me. It was William. We had both been captured by the evil organization that kidnaps children. We had a quick reunion and then I learned that Cara had escaped and was living in the old house where we used to live in happiness.
(EDIT: This is a part where I forget how they exactly escaped but I also forget what happened here. So just bear in mind that they somehow escaped and traveled back to their house.)
We approached the house tentatively, not sure of the child-nappers had gotten there before us. As we stepped onto the lawn a small girl of about six flew out from the front door and raced down the lawn toward us.
“It’s good to see Cara safe.” I said, my eyes fixed on Cara.
“I think she’s happier to see you.” William said, looking sideways at me. Cara jumped into my arms as I bent to scoop her up and she snuggled into my shoulder as we all walked into the house. It was half filled with water. Cara showed us how she managed without anyone. She showed us her vegtable garden. It had bulbous carrots and stong healthy radishes. Everything was green and ripe. The strange thing was was when she pulled up a carrot more immediately replaced it. Oblivious, Cara made us all salads from the garden. Cara said that it was all she ate since all the perishables were gone. As we sat down to eat, she started to tell us how she survived by herself.
“The first thing I learned was not to eat the worms…” As she spoke my view panned so that I was looking over William’s shoulder as he redirected a worm back into the garden and fished two more out of his filled teacup. They looked nasty, even for worms.

And then I woke up.