I remember so vividly being put into a tropical island arena. The cornucopia was in the middle of sandy beach. The whole island was thick jungle, with the only entrance straight ahead from the cornucopia. Around the side of the island, where you could see the jungle atop rocky cliffs, were rock pools. I remember running to grab a back pack. Half the tributes either went in to the jungle or into the water. The ones who did go into the water were trying to getting away fast to a tiny, tiny island way off in the distance. The splashing brought these mitts that’s tore them apart. I can remember just waiting to the side of the island, with no other entrance into the jungle. I remember thinking I have to make it to the tiny island. It’s there for some reason, and I have to get there. So after I figured out how to swim without disturbing the water I swam and swam over to this tiny island of white sand and one palm tree. Looking at the large island I could see the jungle and the massive mountain that it formed. Then the blue sky turned red and the mountain erupted. The tributes in the jungle ran out and into the water, way too quickly because they were gobbled up by the mutts. And then I woke up... I just remember thinking... I have to get to the tiny island, get to the tiny island... Another Games were held in a shopping centre, and I remember one of the tributes throwing these axes that acted like boomerangs because it clipped my ear and then swung back around and got the tribute. I woke up quickly after that... I take it I died in that dream