My senior class was having a giant pool party to celebrate our graduation. The pool was HUGE...it was at least a hundred yards in length, with assorted indentations and turns.
It was daytime, but the sky was so full of rainclouds it was almost as dark as night. Various groups of people had large "rafts" which looked like giant paper plates. My friends and I had two rafts, and we basically spent hours just floating around the pool.
I don't know how it happened, but I found myself on the opposite end of the pool from my friends. I hopped on a small, one-person paper plate raft and began making my way across the pool. Suddenly, I began moving incredibly fast. It was ridiculous. I felt as though I was moving seventy miles per hour. I couldn't figure out if this was the pool's doing (?) or if someone was pushing me.
Considering I can't swim and I was moving way too fast, I hopped off the raft and clung to the side of the pool. I figured I could get to the end where my friends were by simply moving myself along the edge.
There were numbers lining the sides of the pool indicating the depth of the water. I realized it was sixty-five feet where I was. (Interestingly, only a few feet ahead of me, it was nineteen feet...must have been a very uneven bottom!) This scared me, so I climbed out of the pool and walked to the other end.
It began to rain, and I saw all of my friends getting out. Heather and Leesa were huddled under a giant blue towel. I realized that they (my friends) were all wearing my work uniform.
Heather began to talk about all the name brand shoes she had at home.
At this point, I noticed an interesting feature of the pool. At some spots, there were "funnels" of varying depths, that people could jump into and spin around in.
