BAU

First dream is only in bits and pieces. 

Mushing, dirt, some snow

Stop at rest point, cabin, other people there. Dogs clipped to chain link fence. Where did my dogs go?

Dogs loose, I see them running, dragging line, Nali in front of Kaytu  chasing another team

Catch them, tether them to fence.

Need to continue but no bike, I still have a chance

Randomly find a baby, say I need to leave, I'll put her in the bathtub, everyone appalled but I say how I have to keep going.

End.

I may be binge watching Criminal Minds.

Skip ahead, based on my real neighborhood.

Serial killer, already shot and killed 2 women in the neighborhood.

I'm walking at night to get the mail, a man is also who I know, late 40s, silvering hair, average build, and he says I should be walking alo- we see a man standing in the grass next to the street, staring at a house. He looks at us. White. Very short, militant dark hair. Black jacket. Pulls out a gun.

We run up a driveway and the man shoves me back along the side of the house just as a silenced bullet whizzes by. Door on the side of the house. It's open, we enter. Side door into living room. Family is in the kitchen. We don't want to scare them so we sneak. We silently cross the room and see a bedroom. We enter, close and lock the door. Push button lock. Room is a girl's room, lots of toys, dolls, playsets and dull pink castles.  There is another door in the room that we open. The basement. Go in. Lock the door. Move down the stairs. "Where do we hide?" man asks. "We don't we have to get back outside." I know the killer will come into the house, so we have to trick him, we have to get out. Walk out basement. We have to get out now. Now now now. We open the door and I notice a phone next to it. Stuck to the wall, corded phone. Old spiraled cords. I grab it and dial 911. Just as I do the killer comes around the corner with his gun pointed at us. "Your call is being recorded, how ca-" "I found the serial killer!" I screech, trying to remember the street name, my panicked  mind unable to know what street I live on. "I'm sorry, did you say someone is a killer?" "He's in Eastlake, on, uh," I can barely breathe, hyperventilating, where is the guy I was with, I think he ran off, the killer is aiming at me, oh my god I'm about to die. I scream and drop as he fires another silenced bullet. The phone falls I don't know if he hit me. I look up and he's walking toward me, gun still aimed at me. I hear the 911 operator. "Ma'am? MA'AM?!" I get up to run, to go around the corner of the house into the backyard (no fences diving front from back), and after a few steps I trip. I can't look back to see where he is, no time, must move. As I push myself up I feel a hand on my shoulder turning me. I gasp. As I'm spun, a gun is held against me, cold metal felt immediately through my clothing. The other women were shot this way. Held close. Gun against the right side of their abdomen, straight out the back through their kidney. He smiles, and as licks his lips as he opens his mouth to say something I heard a sound like a broomstick snapping in half. The killer chokes, blood dribbling from his mouth as he crumples away from me. I put my hands on my stomach where the gun had been and move slowly backward. The gun. Someone is running up from the side. "Ma'am.. ma'am..." I'm ignoring him. The killer groans and stirs and I leap forward and snatch the gun from the ground. A hand grabs my wrists, arms wrapping around and lifting me up, turning me away from the killer. "It's ok it's ok, you're safe, you're ok, you're safe." I black out.

I wake, sitting on the ground a few feet behind the killer. He's alive. They didn't kill him. His hands are cuffed behind his back. Spencer Reid is to my left, standing, with gun in hand and wearing a bullet proof vest. JJ and Emily to my right. FBI. BAU. Morgan is standing against a black SUV, on the phone. There is another girl, dressed seemingly in goth lolita clothes, sitting a ways to my left. What.. I'm wearing a lolita outfit as well. Where are my clothes? The killer turns his head to look at me. He makes eye contact. My heart pounds, my body tenses. He looks toward Emily and JJ. No, just JJ. He lifts his chin and raises his eyebrows, as if to say "her" and then faces forward again.  I reach over and gently tug Dr. Reid's pants. I point at the killer, then turn and point at JJ, looking back at Reid and mouthing "JJ. HE [points] is going to her kill JJ[ points]." Reid moves back and to the car and begins drawing, or writing, I'm not sure.

Flash forward. I'm sitting with the goth lolita girl, face to face with her slightly to my left. Morgan is sitting with us, slightly to my right. "Tell me what you girls were doing out." I say I was getting the mail. The goth lolita girl was in her house, the one we'd seen the killer staring into, she saw him and had opened the door. He pulled out his gun to shoot her but just as he did he'd heard myself and the other man (where was he?) and turned his attention to us instead. "And why are you in costume?" "I always dress like this." He turns to me, "These are her clothes, I don't know what happened to mine." "She half smiles at him and tilts her head at him. "See?"

House Cult

Night of May 7th, 2014

My hands are tied at the wrist and I'm squatting next to a wall. I'm in a house. The rope is around a vertical pole, floor to ceiling, my arms are around the pole and my wrists close to it. When I stand my chest is at the floor level, my little area is indented into the floor. It has a few stairs that go up as well as stairs that go down into darkness. Old wooden stairs. I'm not sure why they took me. This group. Maybe 6 or 7 of them? Some kind of cult. All young, mid 20s. I don't know what they plan to do with me.

It's been days. I am as non-threatening and likable as possible, hoping it will keep me alive and untouched. They've threatened me plenty. Showed me a body bag that they said was for me. Threatened torture first. I don't know why me, what they want, what they do, all I know if they have me and may torture and kill me. I must have been good at making them like me. This evening one of the guys unties the rope, allowing me to rest more comfortably on the scratchy blanket. I lay for a moment, watching the dust float in the sun beams above me. I'm suddenly aware that I still have my cell phone. With the floor indented down they wouldn't be able to see me use it but I need to make sure nobody can sneak up, and I also couldn't be talking about needing help. They'd hear. But 911, police respond even if nobody talks. They can find me! I stand up and say something to the guy who untied me. He is sitting on a couch, facing away from me watching tv. He stands and walks over to me. He squats and we talk. Words unknown. His face charming, deep brown eyes glaring brightly and intensely. He is a big guy, tall and strong like the rest. Short dark hair. He stand and turns away and goes into the kitchen on my left. I get my phone out and I keep talking to him as I dial. Our words are harmless. Will anyone come if they think it was an accidental dial? My time must be running out. I glance down at my phone and the call has ended.

I ask him if I can go to the bathroom. He looks me up and down. I know I'm filthy having been living on this old dusty wood... no, he's thinking of trusting me to go by myself. "Go ahead."

I step up the stairs and in front of the stairs is the bathroom. It's attached to a bedroom, the door between is open and the bedroom door is shut. Just as I reach the bathroom he says, "Wait." He instructs me to take me pants off. Right there. I do. He smirks and turns away, back to the tv. I step into the bathroom and close the door behind me. I can't lock it, he'd hear. But nobody can see me now. I see the window in the bedroom. It's large. And closed. I think to call 911 again, but my phone was in my pants. I look for pants among the clothes scattered across the room. Boy clothes. I see a pair that looks like it will fit and I grab it then go quickly back to the bathroom and pee. As I pee I put the pants on, they'll fit well enough. I flush and run for the window, opening it as the water swirls down loudly. They'll know in an instant I'm gone when I don't come back out of the bathroom. I go out the window and start running, glancing over my shoulder to see when they start after me. The sun is below the horizon and it's quickly getting darker. I don't know this neighborhood. They're coming! I can't stop at a stranger's house and knock on the door, it would take too long and I'd be taken again by the time the door was opened.

I run and run down the sidewalk and I see a lady with her dog- a former client, I trained her dog. She is about to get in her car which is parked on the street. "Hey!" I holler out. "Oh hi!" she says. I'm frantic. "I need help, please, we need to call 911." An SUV comes sliding around the corner. "DRIVE!!" I scream at her as we both get in her car. We take off. "Do you have a phone?" She hands me her phone. I dial 911 and tell them we're being chased, I'd been kidnapped and escaped, I tell her what cross streets we're at and at then the phone dies. And so does the car. We look at each other, horrified. They must have something that knocks out electronics, some kind of EMP. The SUV is stopped behind us. I have tears in my eyes and say we have to get out and try to keep running. I point to a spot that they couldn't drive through, between two houses. We get out at the same time as the people in the SUV. Six of them, four men and two women, all pointing guns at us. We duck behind her car, leaving the small dog inside, and I hear gunfire. One of them screams and falls to the ground.

I hadn't noticed police come up behind us. There are two cars and truck.  They are using their doors as shields while they shoot. Her car is in between. We stay crouched  in front, hands covering our ears as the sun comes up. From behind us, from the path I'd wanted to run down, I hear more gunshots. A different sounding gun. Large. Powerful. Our unprotected side. The officers all go down. Two of the group remains at the SUV and the single man walks forward from our side, carrying his gun by the butt with the barrel point up. He is tall and thin, wearing a ratty t-shirt and ripped jeans. Sandy blond hair hanging into his eyes. He flicks the cigarette from his mouth as he tilts his head and says, "Well little lady, this wa-" and his eyes widen. He falls to the ground and a syringe sticks out of his back. An unknown man wearing sunglasses walks out from among the police vehicles and shoots the two remaining group members. I'm in shock. I can't say anything as he approaches. He holsters his gun.

The guy who had the rifle was laying face down. He suddenly pushes himself up and spurts white foam from his mouth. His arms and legs, his whole body is twitching. He's right in front of me. I'm too horrified to move, and still in shock, sitting with my back to the car. He reaches his hand out and shoves me to the ground. The man with the sunglasses gasps. "Don't let him-!" too late. The guy grabs me by the throat and kisses me. Foam bubbling into my mouth. He collapses and dies. I spin around and squat and keep my mouth open, head down facing the ground, palms pressed firmly into the pavement. There is nothing I can do. The poison is in me. I gag and choke and spit and drool. My body wretches. My intestines writhe and brown, bloody, liquid drops drip from the pants. I didn't even know until the lady pointed it out. She is crying hysterically. I feel horrible for dragging her into this. The man with the sunglasses has come up and his hand is on my back. "You'll live, you'll live, you'll be ok, it'll stop, I promise, you didn't get enough to kill you, you'll live, you'll be ok..."

The Girls

I've escaped the house. In my own neighborhood. It's dark. I'm running down the street that leads out of the neighborhood. I'm almost to the stoplight. I spin around. Which way do I go? I'm bleeding from somewhere. I'm terrified. A car is coming up behind me, a dark SUV. I wave it down. It's a girl driving. I shout to her that I'm in trouble and could she please take me to the police station. She lets me in. I apologize for how strange it must be and thank her. As she starts driving she says "Don't thank me yet," and smiles cruelly at me. A sharp pain in my arm. A needle? I pass out. When I wake up I'm in a sedan. A different girl is driving. It's daytime and we're in a desert. Traffic is crawling. Stop and go. Stop and go. The door is locked. Childlocks. I'm not wearing a seatbelt. I press the button to roll down the window. Maybe that can be my escape. It's locked. I look to the girl and beg of her. Just a little air. As she glances down at the controls I lunge across her and hit the childlock button. I fall back to my own seat and open my door. I jump out. The sun is glaring.

The car behind the one I was in pulls into the shoulder. It's the dark SUV. She looks angry. There is someone in the passenger seat too. Equally as angry. I start running down the shoulder in the opposite direction. I glance behind me to see if anyone is following. I see my mom driving! She sees me too. I run to her car and get in, and lock the doors. She starts crying because she is so happy to see me. They've all been looking for me, she says. How long was I captive? How long was a tortured? She sees the scars, scabs, and bruises on my arms and legs. I tell her we're being chased, she needs to get out of traffic. She floors it down the shoulder until a smooth dirt road appears to the right. She takes it. We're in the desert still. Where does this road go? I don't notice anyone following us.

No. I've been here before. I recognize this place. The theme park in the middle of nowhere. "This place?!" I scream at her. "You know I've had dreams about this place," and she does know. [The first dream was good and the rides were fast. I was happy. The next dream, terrorists on a train massacred everyone. The next dream is was a ghost town. Empty. Dusty. Dank. Misty. Ghosts. The next time parts were open again but it was scary. Not safe.] She thinks we will be safe now that it's all open again. This is my place. I control it, she thinks. We go inside, where just through the gates there is a food court. A fat Mexican man with a carnival mustache and red and white striped chef's hat offers me a sample. He holds up his tray which has two holes. On the right there is a sample in the hole but the words above it are in Spanish. I don't know what they say. The words on the left are in English but the sample has already been taken. I tell him no thank you.

Where is mom? She's getting food. I need to leave. It's not right here. It's not right. It's not safe. Her! She's staring at me. Another one of the girls. They all look similar. Pretty. So pretty. Wavy hair, perfect makeup, perfect clothes, perfect shoes and accessories. Perfect smiles. I sit down at a table. Two of the girls sit with me. At the table next to us 3 more girls sit, and one boy. Who is the boy? The girls are teasing me. Trying to take my things. Are these my things? Where did this come from? I must protect them, they are mine. A laptop bag. A red binder with papers inside. And a black zippered soft case. They pull at everything, jeering and laughing. One of them stands up as I pull the stuff close to myself. Enough!

I stand up, knocking my chair back, and slap her hard across the face. I unleash a stream of profanity, that fucking bitch. Fuck. Bitch. Cunt. "Leave me the fuck alone, what do you cunts want from me?!??!? Come on, fight me you little bitch, fuck you, fuck all of you, what do want?!" and I punch her as hard as I can in the throat. She collapses on the floor. She didn't fight back at all. There is that pain again in my arm.

I'm at a friend's house now. We're sitting on his bed. His bedroom is on the first floor in the front of the house with windows facing the front yard. It's bright outside. Transparent white curtains float over the windows. He doesn't believe what is happening. He asks if I'm ok emotionally and if I've thought about hurting myself. If I've done drugs or drank recently. He think I'm making things up. Hallucinating. Why won't he believe me? I tell him again and again they are trying to steal my things, that they want to catch me again and rape me. He smirks and rolls his eyes, and tells me to calm down. A knock on the front door. Panic. My heart jumps into my throat and my stomach twists. Now he is in danger too. At the window stands the 5 girls, like ghosts through the curtain, and the boy is at the door.

I beg. I plead. Don't open the door. He says it's a misunderstanding on my part. He lets them in. He comes back around the bed next to me and puts his hand around my shoulders. They just want to play a while, he says. Play? They all stand around the bed. He puts a zip tie around my wrist and the bedpost. No!! He says it's ok. I tell him no, they'll hurt me, the boy is going to rape me! He steps back and pulls down on the collar of his tshirt to show me marks. Scratches and bruises. "It's not that bad," he assures me. "You'll enjoy it eventually."

Three

Night of January 25th

I had three dreams but currently only remember the last two.

I was at a wedding. Three women were getting married. One of the couples are good friends of mine and actually are married. In the dream they had been married for about a year but wanted another ceremony. I was the maid of honor, of possibly a bridesmaid. We were in a large room. I twas dimly lit. Everything was golden and red except for the brides' dresses which were white. It was time to light candles. I received a lighter from my friend and went to the wall to light an oil lantern. As I flicked the lighter on and put the flame to the wick, a tall, thin, pale, bald man wearing a dark suit approached me. He silently took the lighter from my hand and went to the next lantern. I told him it was my job, I was asked to do it. He ignored me. He went to the next wall and let the two big red candles on a long shelf.



I was walking down the main street of a small mountain town. The fronts of the shops were wood, with wooden overhangs. The sun was bright and warm though the air was cold. I noticed a friend getting off of his bike in front of a small bakery and deli. I said hello as I caught up to him. He opened the door for me and he set his bike against the wall inside. We chatted in line, waiting to order. I ordered and went to find us a seat. He stood at the counter, eyes fixed upward on the tv behind the counter. As he finally walked toward me I could tell he was crying. He sat and leaned into me. I wrapped my arms around him and asked him what was going on. His friends had been on a small boat, heading somewhere to go wake boarding. My friend had opted out in favor of mountain biking in this town. The tv was showing that the boat had hit a big wave and crashed. Two of his friends had died. One of them had his right leg and arm severed. My friend didn't know what to do. I held him and cried with him. He suddenly got up and headed for the door. I asked where he was going. He didn't answer. I told him his bike was still here. He didn't answer.

Recurring Themes

I have a lot of elements in my dreams that come back. Over and over and over. Here are some of them, and also their meanings according to the internet.

Tidal Wave
To see a tidal wave in your dream represents an overwhelming emotional issue that demands your attention. You may have been keeping your feelings and negative emotions bottled up inside for too long.

Turtle
To see a turtle in your dream symbolizes wisdom, faithfulness, longevity, and loyalty. It also suggests that you need to take it slow in some situation or relationship in your life. With time and patience, you will make steady progress. Alternatively, a turtle indicates that you are sheltering yourself from the realities of life. You are putting forth a hard exterior and not letting others in. As a result, you are feeling withdrawn. 

Water
To see water in your dream symbolizes your unconscious and your emotional state of mind. Water is the living essence of the psyche and the flow of life energy. It is also symbolic of spirituality, knowledge, healing and refreshment.

Chase
To dream that you are being chased signifies that you are avoiding a situation that you do not think is conquerable. It is a metaphor for some form of insecurity. In particular, to dream that you are chased by an animal represents your own unexpressed and unacknowledged anger which is being projected onto that animal. Alternatively, you may be running away from a primal urge or fear.

Running

To dream that you are running away from someone indicates an issue that you are trying to avoid. You are not taking or accepting responsibility for your actions. In particular, if you are running from an attacker or any danger, then it suggests that you are not facing and confronting your fears.

Hiding
To dream that you are hiding suggests that you are keeping some secret or withholding some information. You may not be facing up to a situation or dealing with some issue. However, you may be getting ready to reveal something and confess before somebody finds out. In particular, to dream that you are hiding from some authority figure (police, parent, teacher...) implies feelings of guilt.

Lost
To dream that you are lost suggests that you have lost your direction in life or that you have lost sight of your goals. You may be feeling worried and insecure about the path you are taking in life. If you try to call for help, then it means that you are trying to reach out for support. You are looking for someone to lean on.

 

Protection

To dream that you are protecting someone or something suggests that you are putting up an emotional wall or barrier between you and others around you. Consider who or what you are protecting for clues as to what aspect of your own self you are afraid of letting out and letting others know.  

Fear
To dream that you feel fear indicates that your achievements will not be as successful as you had anticipated. You are experiencing anxieties in various aspects of your life. The key to overcoming your fear is to discuss them and deal with them openly.  

Armageddon
To dream about Armageddon suggests that you are feeling hopeless and out of control. The dream may be triggered from the deep emotional stress that you are experiencing in your waking life. 

To dream that it is the end of the world suggests that you are under a tremendous level of stress. You may be feeling vulnerable or helpless in some situation.

Violence
To see violence in your dream indicates unexpressed anger or rage. You need more discipline in your life. If you enjoy the violence, then it points to your aggressive or sadomasochistic tendencies. The dream may also reflect repressed memories of child abuse. Violence toward others in your dream suggests that you may be fighting or struggling against aspects of your own Self.

Massacre
To witness a massacre in your dream suggests that you are a follower. You tend to go along with the ideas of others without question and hesitation.

Blood

To dream that others are bleeding signifies an emotional cry for help. 

Red
Red is an indication of raw energy, force, vigor, intense passion, aggression, power, courage, impulsiveness and passion. The color red has deep emotional and spiritual connotations. Alternatively, the color red in your dream indicates a lack of energy. You are feeling tired or lethargic. Red is also the color of danger, violence, blood, shame, rejection, sexual impulses and urges. Perhaps you need to stop and think about your actions. 

Zombie 

To dream that you are attacked by zombies indicate that you are feeling overwhelmed by forces beyond your control. You are under tremendous stress in your waking life. Alternatively, the dream represents your fears of being helpless and overpowered. 

Night
To have a dream that takes place at night represents some major setbacks and obstacles in achieving your goals. You are being faced with an issue that is not so clear cut. Perhaps, you should put the issues aside so you can clear your head and come back to it later. Alternatively, night may be synonymous with death, rebirth, reflection, and new beginnings.  

City
To see a city in your dream signifies your social environment and sense of community. If you dream of a big city, then it suggests that you need to develop closer ties and relationships. You are feeling alienated and alone. To dream that you are in a deserted city indicates that you feel rejected by those around you. To dream of a city in ruins denotes that you are neglecting your social relationships and allowing them to deteriorate.

String of Nightmares

The last few nights have been bad. It started with a dream in which I was swimming. My husband started playing around, splashing water in my face. I splashed him back and he dunked my head underwater. I hate having my head underwater. When I popped back up I glared at him. He became angry and pushed me down again, this time holding me under.

The next night I was going on a bike ride and hike with some dream friends. We came to a house where we would be spending the night. I had both of my dogs with me. The man of the house invited me to go for a bike ride with Denali before it got too dark. I'd been riding all day but it sounded fun so off we went. We didn't ride more than a mile before the sun was too low and we turned around. Then the rest of the group went whizzing by, saying I was going the wrong way and to hurry up. I told them my other dog was still at the house so I had to go back. Why were they leaving? It was dark!

By the time I got back to the house, Denali was no longer part of the dream and neither was the man. It was light outside, early morning. I knocked on the door and it opened. A woman with long hair and dirty clothes turned to look at me. I told her I was there to get my dog. She laughed and said the dog wasn't going anywhere as she sat down at an old wooden table. It was her dog now. After a brief argument I shoved her over backwards. I began stomping on her head and face. I kept stomping until she stopped moving and blood covered the floor. Adrenaline rush. I didn't feel bad at all. I opened the back door and leashed my dog, then left to catch up with the group.

It was only a few miles down the road when I caught up to part of the group. They had stopped and were climbing some big rocks and eating lunch. They had no intention of continuing with the rest of the group. I was aggravated and thought I could find the group myself. The rest of the dream was spent walking along dusty trails through canyons. I was lost. I was scared. Terrified. I was alone.

The next night continued with the same dream only I had found a few people from the group. They didn't know where anyone else was. As we were walking, day turned instantly to night. The footsteps of the people I'd found faded away and I became lost again. Nobody answered my screams. There was no sound at all.

Another Wave

Night of October 21st

I'm in New York City, visiting my husband. He works there now, in some building. I'm touring around the city with two of his coworkers that I hadn't met before. In recent years, two huge icebergs have floated their way down and are now nearly against the city. Both are taller than the Empire State Building. Most of the people and companies have moved away, scared of the icebergs and the danger they pose. We are walking up one, allowed to do so. It's become an attraction. Cars are not allowed but there is a path as wide as a road packed down that winds its way up. We have been climbing for an hour or so, our backs to the city, and the path is about to turn onto the backside of the iceberg. We pause to turn around and look at the city. It's beautifully peaceful from up here with a great view of the other iceberg. We are standing, looking, quiet and motionless.

They are pointing at the other iceberg, telling me about it. Telling me that it's dangerous. Just as they say this, it breaks. The entire front of the iceberg crumbles and slams into the water. The sound reaches us, cracking and booming, as a wall of water shoots up into the sky forming a wave almost as tall as the iceberg itself. Well above the height of most buildings. I scream, "run!!" planning to get around to the backside of the iceberg we are on. "No!" says one of men, "take cover!!!" We run over to the bottom of a small ledge and crouch down, hoping to be shielded. I get it. The water should go right over us, like an airstream going over a car where if people were sitting behind the car on the ground they wouldn't feel the wind. The water is coming fast and the sound is deafening. The iceberg trembles, popping and cracking. I am hyperventilating, trying to fill my lungs with as much oxygen as I can, waiting for water to fall over the small ledge and hit me. Thoughts of my husband race through my mind. Where is he? Could he be dead? He's probably dead, he died, I'm alone, I'm lost. It is here. The wall of water rushes over us, somehow moving too fast to fall on us. Clear water is flowing over our heads. I'm still breathing too fast. I'm panicking. I'm screaming but the sound of the water overpowers my voice. I am expecting at any moment for the water to take me, to spin me, to throw me, to kill me. Suddenly the water slows and stops. Several feet of water falls straight down on us, soaking us, but quickly flows off the edge of the iceberg and downward. We stand up and look at each other. Then look down to New York City.

We are making our way back down the iceberg. Sliding on the new layer of ice. Creeping slowly downward. The city is in ruins. Buildings are gutted, all the windows broken. Water covers the streets where debris and bodies float. The three of us are silent. We haven't said a word yet. The iceberg we are on is now touching land. We come to the bottom and step off onto a hill. Most of the city has only 2 or 3 feet of water covering it. We can wade through. As I turn to look in front of me, I see my husband struggling against debris and trying to get to me. I run to him and we hold each other. He looks me in the eyes and says, "nothing is the same."

gap in the dream

My husband is driving us through the city on whatever roads we can find that are clear with low water. There aren't many people left alive. We are searching for a bridge or tunnel to get us out of the city. There is no reason to stay. We come to a road with several tunnels leading out of the city. The first is blocked. The second is blocked. So is the third. Then there is a dip in the road. We don't know how deep the water is. We have an SUV, we can probably make it. He backs the car up to give us a running start then accelerates quickly. Halfway through the dip the car slows, pushing against the water. We barely make it to the other side. The next tunnel is open and dry. We turn into it.