I got kidnapped

Date: 4/21/2018

I was kidnapped and taken to this island that I think was off the coast of Japan along with my brother and a bunch of other kids my age (late teens). I’m not exactly sure what happened there but I hated it and I desperately wanted to escape. The most I can remember is running through this building that was thought to have a gas leak that could potentially cause an explosion the size of an atomic bomb. We all managed to escape but we had to line up against this fence near the building so a couple adults could make sure we all made it out. When we were finally allowed to leave my brother and I sprinted into a nearby forest, trying to make some distance between us and the building. As we ran, I slowly began to forget about the possibility of the explosion. The forest was really beautiful and had a lot of strange wildlife that probably didn’t exist in the real world, so it was easy to get lost. After a while I got separated from my brother and ended up in this underground prison somehow. I’ve dreamt about this place before, but instead of trying to escape I was trying to get in. There were guards and prisoners everywhere, but surprisingly no one tried to stop me as I made my way out. When I finally made it out I found myself on the edge of a lake that was partially frozen over. I fell into the portion that wasn’t and had some trouble getting enough air until this weird looking guy came over and gave me a full-body suit that allowed me to breath under water. We swam around a bit until we reached the other side, at which point the building from earlier exploded. I had to have been at least a hundred miles away from it, but I could still hear the explosion and feel the shockwave it produced. I was momentarily worried for my brother and the others, but I decided that if I could survive, so could they. I ended up somehow laughing myself halfway across the world to where my house supposedly was and landed on a treehouse I had apparently played in a lot as a child. As I was basking in the nostalgia, I saw my dad come out onto the back porch of my house. The house wasn’t anything like my house in reality and for some reason my dad was Atticus Finch from “To Kill a Mockingbird” but dream me was completely cool with this. My dad saw me and thought he was hallucinating. He just started rambling on about how he’s been seeing things ever since my brother and I disappeared so I tried to convince him I was real. I don’t think I was able to before I woke up though.