I am vacationing in some sort of tropical resort community with my family. It's twilight. I am playing with my daughter in the pool (OD). She's riding piggy back and I'm carrying my baby daughter (BD) against me as I give OD her ride.

The pool is tiered. It begins between two of the resort buildings as a narrow spit, almost river like, and goes down a hill in gradually widening rounded terraces toward the beach, which is shaded with palm trees.

We (there are a lot of people in the pools) see planes (fairly large military ones) coming overhead but think nothing of it. Then there is a whistling noise and an enormous splash as something very large and very heavy lands in the pool. As people have just caught their bearings and are starting to think maybe they should get out of the pool, it happens again. Either the second one is larger or they expode - or maybe both - because we are thrust high into the air by the impact. When I say high - I mean well over the roofs of the single story buildings at the top of the hill. We rise for a long time. I can see the palm trees below us.

I'm still clutching BD in her blanket and OD is clinging to my back. I hear someone shouting that this is bad news "It's bad when this happens." - meaning that there this has happened multiple times before and we, lucky us, hit the worst possible scenario.

We crest the peak of our unintended jump and our trajectory changes. I try to open the baby's blanket to use as a parachute and keep her balanced on top. I yell for Katie to hold on, hold on. I'm trying to see if I can influence our landing spot at all and figure out how I can protect both my children but, in my heart, I know it's futile and that we're most likely going to die. I can actually feel the direction change in my gut still when I wake up.