All I can remember is we went somewhere using a truck we needed to fix something and we were talking to the owner and his stuffed toys started moving. They tried to take a bite of us, so our male friend tried to warn them away. He managed to put two (2) of the toys in his pocket, the stuffed toy kept saying they were going to harm me. but there was no time and I said we were going to burn them. At that time it was starting to rain, it was 5:30 pm and, the owner said that the ghost just wanted to possess the stuffed toys because he had nothing better to do. We were going to dig outside and all we see are dead people, dead part-time workers who accepted the job before us- corpses everywhere in the swamp. I woke up and I remember shivering in fear.