My house and my whole road for some reason was a nazi camp where they were keeping prisoners and fighting. There was barbed wire, sandbags and trenches everywhere. Each house was linked by walkways or tunnels. My house (upstairs) appeared to be much larger than it is. Upstairs there was a long corridor with a tiled floor and cells along it. My bedroom was one of these cells even though it looked nothing like my room anymore. I was one of the prisoners and I was being kept there with some other people. I don't think they were Jews, just random people the nazis chucked in there. There were several guards who walked up and down the corridor constantly. We discovered that for some reason our cell door had been left unlocked. I decided that I was going to escape but I didn't know how, with all the guards on patrol. My cellmates thought I was insane. I had overheard the guards talking, saying that they were going to kill us, that is why I decided to escape. All the guards, including the ones on patrol were called downstairs for a meeting about killing us. That was my chance to escape. The other idiots decided to stay. So I left my cell and quietly sneaked downstairs. The nazis were all gathered in the study room near the exit so I had to be careful. I conviently found a nazi uniform hanging up which I changed into, grabbed a gun and ran outside into the chaos. I was told to go across the street to another house and join the fight there. I ran across with things exploding on all sides of me. I ran behind a wall of sandbags to join another soldier. We sat and looked out at the war zone and my house. Then the nazi said "They've killed all the prisoners." I don't know why, but we were about to blow a big hole in the middle of the road. I said, "not all of them" with a smile then detonated the bomb.
I think I was adopted but I knew about my dad and had visited him before. The odd thing was that he was black and I was white. We were going to visit him (I think "we" means me and my brother). When we got to what I think was his house we had to wait for him in some sort of waiting room. His house had one story, was very long and had a porch out the front. It had a dusty road in front of it. Inside was one long room, a bit like a nursing home actually. At the end was a wall with two door in it, one to the left and one to the right. We could hear an old woman shouting about something behind the wall but I don't know what. Eventually the shouting stopped and dad came out and greeted us. He brought us outside and said he'd give us a ride in his new silver car. For some reason it was a thrill to ride in this car. After a while we appeared to be driving across a cabbage field. I had to lift my feet up otherwise they would hit the cabbages (...of course). Then we saw a small plane flying over and we knew the pilot. Emma, the 30 something year old daughter of my parents friends. There were bright yellow signs up all over the field. They were on really high poles and had multiples of ten displayed on them. I don't know why but it was vital that dad had the car facing the plane at all times. So he skidded around the field while we called out the numbers on the signs which he lined the car up with. We were calling out the number on the sign that the plane was above. But then the plane clipped one of these signs and crashed into a hospital. Then I was down at the hospital and I was an adult, no dad, no brother. Just me and a cameraman. We were standing next to the bloody mess of the plane crash. There were lots of people from the hospital running out and trying to scoop the blood back together. The cameraman decided that he was going to help so I went off to find some water. I didn't have any money so that was a problem. I didn't even have my ATM card. I entered what I thought was a newsagents looking for a fridge containing a bottle of water. A woman came up to me babbeling something in Spanish. I discovered that this was a perfume shop, not a newsagents. Then I was at a bar, sitting on a barstool. I think I was a spy. I didn't have my phone so I used a spy trick. I got some tissue and poured water on it. When this was done, the soggy tissue could be used as a phone. There was an Asian man sitting next to me at the bar who was in the same business as me. After seeing my skill at making the phone he wanted to work for me.
A friend and I were walking down the street. Everything was pitch black. Think of a stage in darkness with a spotlight shining on the actor with no other features visable. That is what it was like for the entire dream, except not on stage. We were young children in this dream. Each of us had our favourite toy with us. Mine was a rabbit named "Bunny" and my friend's was a pink bear. We were innocently walking down the street when out of the gloom appeared a white van. We stood beside it and looked at it for a while. Then I dropped Bunny and somehow he got underneath the van, out of arms reach. My friend crawled underneath to get him but pulled something off the underside of the van which released a lot of oil. Suddenly a man appeared out of the darkness. He was furious and shouting at us. We ran away in terror. My friend lives at the opposite end of the street to me so she ran home, leaving me by myself. When I arrived at my house there was yellow police tape everywhere saying "do not cross" and mum was standing in the doorway looking very sad and holding a cardboard box of my belongings. I had no idea what was going on and I was very confused by all of this. "I'm sorry," she said "you have to leave."