There was some kind of team which I was in, or a gang, or some kind of activities week.
I knew some of the people but many of them were strangers
There were several events early in the week that are hidden from my memory, but there is one thing about them that I do remember and that is a train station. I had conversations with someone there and on the way there.
The main event I do remember though was that we were going to play football but as soon as we started playing somone kicked it and it went through a gap in the netting meant for keeping the ball out of the water.
The place we were at was essentially like a castle on a plateau. When the ball went through the net it ended up in the sea where there was a load of other junk washing around in the waves. It was darkish and choppy.
A man was lowered on a rope, or rather, he abseiled down. Once in the water he swam around while people shouted directions.
We ended up with about five footballs in various states of repair. One of them had some kind of button on top that pushed in like a “big red button”.
I woke up then