K, so I got straight out of bed after having a weird dream just so I can remember most of it enough to write it down.
Right so, it was a race. It started on this mushy, grass terrain into some water. There were dozens of us kids just in line, ready to race. When the announcer said go, we ran into the knee high water and just dashed. I didn't know what I was running towards until about half a mile in. In the distance, I could see a temple/fortress-like place. It had everything a castle would have but it was all colorful. Once I got on the sandy terrain, infront of the castle was sort of like a playground. The entrance was high above the sand so you had to climb on to the colorful jungle gym to get there. Unsure of what to do, I walk around the elevated platform and find a man singing there. I spot him and call out to him numerous times. He never turns around to directly look at me but I can sense he knows I'm there. As I call out to him for the 3rd time, he walks off the playground type platform and starts walking off the beach and away from the castle. That was the last I saw of him.The other kids arrive, wet and energized and I must have been the oldest kid there as I saw mostly 5-8 year old kids. I help some younger kids onto the platform and make my way into the dark entrance. I walk inside and from where I stand in the doorway, I see another door with kids surrounding the door trying to open it. Thinking that since I'm older, I could open the door with shear strength, I charge at the door, full sprint and hit the door with a routine hockey shoulder check. I bounce right off the door and stumble backwards. I look over to the door and notice a padlock. -_- Anyways, I see one of two kids at the door, trying to look into the peephole. I look into it myself and it gets... odd from here. It was sort of like Willie Wanka's factory inside but it wasn't like a factory. Everytime you look into the hole, a new toy or servicing machine would appear. One could read your mind and display what you're thinking on a board, the other would make whatever food you wanted. It wasn't real though. It was all animated on a pixellated plasma screen. After telling it I wanted milk, and the woman staring at me with a face on, I walked away and noticed more older kids appearing on the mysterious island. I didn't think about going back to the start line, where the mushy grass was, but when I left the building, I looks over out to the horizon to see the grass vanish into thin air. We were stranded.