It's some sort of contest, or race, where we are working with a team of children, doing something to a run-down and abandoned house. Each team of kids has its own house.

It seems to be the end of our time, so we have to crawl quickly out of the basement of the house, like a race. I suggest that I go first, and then I can help pull the kids out from the top, and the other adult on my team can help from the bottom.

I climb through a window, but it doesn't go outside. It goes into a small space where I have to crawl around a corner to the left, with no room to maneuver except to keep crawling. It's obvious that I won't be able to help the kids from here, but then again, they'll have a lot less trouble getting through this because they are smaller.

I'm also worried that I'll get the smell of the rug (like David and Petra's, mixed whatever and urine) on my pants, as I have to slide right along the floor, but I think I realize that this rug isn't so bad.

Then I sit outside and thumb through some sort of literature while I wait for our kids to come out, and watch as the team in the next house pulls their kids out.