No water in the lake

Gordie lay in bed and before he knew it he was walking through the forest with a wooden sword. He was walking a trail that let up a hill to where his aunt kept a camper. On the side of the trail was a little log fort not four feet tall. Inside his brother was speaking to Anna, the girl in woods. He was asking if she had rock, scissors, or paper. Gordie walked further and as he walked he could hear hands clapping a steady rhythm somewhere. The fire is out. No one sits in the chairs. No one is in the camper. He follows the clapping hands. Theres a clearing in the woods. Some one is remembering this but its not him. His brother and all his cousins stand in the clearing around a tree stump, covered in objects. They made a little church? They sang:

This is the day
This is the day
That the lord has made
That the lord has made
We shall rejoice
We shall rejoice
And be glad in it
And be glad in it

As they worshiped, Gordie saw that someone noticed him. He was looking right at him without blinking. Was Anna lying there on the tree stump? They finished singing and they must have left.

"I can't see the bottom of the lake Gordie. Can you help me?" she said. She was lying on the tree stump soaking wet.

Gordie looked as he held her hand at the edge of the valley. A snake slithered across down in the valley in the air above the lilly pads and dry dirt.

"Theres no water in that lake."

She was older and the trees behind her were fake, not real trees. The colors werent the same. Everything was flat, like glass against glass except for her. There was an intensity to her face as though she suddenly joined him there and she could not look away. The light that covered her and the things around her was more like the set of an old movie or the brightly lit stage of a television program. "There are several people you have to meet, they will be looking for you too. At the parking lot of an elementary school is the meeting place."

"Everyone is saying terrible things about you." He could have cried for her.

"Dont believe them," she said. "Everythings going to be quiet. But now you have to be open. You are an instrument, Gordon."

They stood holding hands in a one room cabin. There were so many children standing, gathered around something at the corner of the room. They broke away as He emerged from the center and began to sing. It was so sad and so beautiful and real, he could hear it even as he awoke.