Dreams Are Weird

Inevitability

This is a dream I had a couple months ago in maybe June? It's a little twisted and hard to follow, as most of my dreams are, but I find it kind of interesting and maybe you can help me find out some further meaning? (Sorry for the hippy talk)

I wasn't really in the dream at first, only watching from an eagle-eye point of view. There were a bunch of kids (who honestly sort of looked like they were from Harry Potter) in a sort of stone valley which was surrounded by water. Out of nowhere the the walls keeping the water out burst and water came flooding in and the children had to run. They came to a sort of artificial river (it was like a huge in-ground pool) and in it was a sort of circle like raft that three children were desperately climbing onto. 

Now this is the part where it gets kind of... morbid, so if you're sensitive or easily triggered then I wouldn't read this? As soon as they got onto the raft it started spinning faster, and faster, and faster. It bumped against walls and seemed to have a mind of its own. The children had to cling onto the sides to hold on and their hands got scraped and scratched and torn against the walls until they let go and were flung into the water, from which they never resurfaced. All of the children repeated the process as I watched until all of the children had suffered the same inevitable fate. Next, all of a sudden I was actually in the dream, able to move on my own and I was actually taking part. It was my turn. Now if you don't know me, I can't swim and one of my biggest fears is deep dark water. I climbed down onto the raft and it started spinning almost instantaniously. I tried to hold on for as long as I could and it seemed like forever, but suddenly the raft started to slow down. It stood still and I sat still on it. There land was too high up for me to climb out of the pool. I had survived the raft but I hadn't survived. Nothing told me, I didn't hear any voices, but I knew what I had to do. I had to choose how I wanted to die. I choose any way at all, and I chose to pass out and never wake up. As soon as I made my decision, my vision started getting fuzzy and I felt myself lurch back and hit the water as I quickly drifted off. As soon as I fell completely asleep, I woke up.

I feel like my fear of deep water was obviously an influence on the dream, but I'm not sure about why everything else happened. I had to watch about twenty children run to their suicides in a frensy to escape other certain death, and then it was my turn. I know this will sound corny but we've made it this far, so maybe it sort of symbolized the inevitability of death in my mind? They ran from the flood only to go right back into the water, and they died anyway. Then, after watching everyone around me die, I followed in their footsteps and even though I made it through the first big crisis, I still couldn't go on forever. I'm not sure though, maybe all of this just sounds crazy but that's just what I think. Sorry if I'm freaking anyone out by how freaked out my brain can be.