Dream From When I Was 12

I was in middle school (the age I actually was at the time of the dream) and I was at a water park with a wave pool. The pool didn’t have as much water as it was supposed to have (this happens a lot in my dreams) and the water was murky and the sky was overcast. Everyone seemed strange in how they were behaving and everything felt ominous. There were sawhorses set up all around the pool in a big long line and on each saw horse was a window. The windows were that old type like you see in Florida houses and mobile homes where there is a hand crank and the little horizontal panes all tilt out together or close together. There was a storm coming and all those windows on the sawhorses were in the open position. Somehow I knew that I had to get them all closed before the storm hit. So I was making my way down the line cranking the windows closed as fast as I could. At some point I realized I would never make it and when I don’t then something bad will happen. Finally the storm hits and the world flashes and I’m in a giant dishwasher. I was on the door and I was small enough that I could have fit into the soap dispenser. The door was closing and there was awful murky water in the bottom. I was sliding down towards the water and the idea of that water gave me the feeling of a hell, but I couldn’t really see anything in the water, only hear things that sounded bad. Friends and family members were sliding past and I was trying to grab hold of them and stop them but every one was sliding down into the water. I woke up in the middle of scrambling on the slick door as it closed and went dark.