It started at a house on a beach-y island where the people were probably in a cult. It started where I was cleaning the house but not normally it was like one of those games where you pick 1 out of 3 options to do things. I finished that and the people whose house it was were apparently friends of my family's. It was there daughters birthday. For some reason I went out side to, what I am going to say is, the lake and got on one of the surfboard things that the natives had. I promptly fell off. Then one, slightly, older guy helped me to get back on and got on with me. I managed to flip us. I then started to walk away and got some what close to the house before the man came up behind me and picked me up under my arms, I squeaked, and carried me back to the water. He put us on the surfboard thing again and I flipped it. It sank to the bottom of the lake. I started to swim away. He came up behind me again and picked me up, also squeaked, and carried me back to around where the surfboard thing was, took me to the bottom of the lake with him to get it. He then picked it up put the part you stand on on his head, went to the surface, held onto the handles/ railing that exist apparently, with his arms still undermine holding me, and swam around. When he started to swim I fell asleep. I don't remember getting out of the water the next thing I remember after that was back at the house my mother, my real life mother, asked if I had fun. I grunted and laid my head on her chest. She said tired and I grunted in agreement. I then woke up. At some point we made a deal were I owed the guy a hotdog don't remember where. It was in the lake we made the deal. I think it was befire I started to swim away before we went underwater. At the end, before I woke up but after my mother, I was freaking out because I had to give this guy a hotdog.