Involuntary Trip to France

Date: 6/23/2016

I was laying down on a bed in a house I didn't recognize. Suddenly, a bunch of police men barged in, grabbed me, and smashed through a nearby window. I was really confused as to why they did that until the house exploded. Luckily, they were all laying on top of me so I didn't get hit by any flying fragments. We rushed to a police car, jumped in, and sped away. As we were driving, the perspective suddenly changed to an outside view of the car, and I saw a small bomb attached to the underside of the car. After the perspective changed back to my point of view, I opened the car door and rolled out, watching as the police car exploded in front of me. I still wasn't sure where I was, so I started wandering around until I found a group of people who told me that I was in the north eastern part of France. I got really excited cause I've always wanted to go to France, but at the same time I was really worried cause I live nowhere near France. I told them I had been kidnapped and I need to get home, and they brought me to a place that would give me the materials I would need to get home. They told me I would have to walk across France before I could go home and gave me a small care package with not nearly enough food, a small amount of money, an iPhone even though I already had mine with me, and some other things that I don't remember. I also ran into my mom, who had heard about my situation and flew into France to see me. We talked for a bit and as we were doing that we ran into a parade full of dogs and I got really excited and wanted to pet them cause they just looked so fluffy but my mom was like nah and walked away from them. Eventually we went our separate ways and I began my journey across France. My dog Nico was with me for some reason, and he kept running into random people's houses, making me chase after him. The owners of the houses didn't seem to care though, and we're happy to say hi to Nico. After a bit of walking, I got a vision of my mom living in a dirt house because she didn't have enough money to buy the plane ticket back home. I ran back to where I last saw my mom, and I found a small one room house with not only my mom living in it, but my dad and my brother as well. I realized that they had all flown over just to see me, and the plane tickets had cost them all the money they had. They would never be able to get home. Guilt washed over me like a tsunami and I started apologizing a million times over and over again. My parents told me that it wasn't my fault, I couldn't help the fact that I had been kidnapped but I still couldn't shake the feeling that everything was my fault.