This was based and inspired by a dream I had with only a few hours of sleep on April 17th 2008 however I never found a way to properly end it or just leave it ambiguous:

Taking back dreams

Sent to another world where I have temporary detention. Being sent out of my home for only a few times a night I fall asleep with in a small 4 x 8 prison cell and wake up back in my own bed in my own room in my own house. In my dreams, prison guards come to my house and claim that I must come with them by force if needed. The odd things were they don't act forceful or order me in a loud voice. I never ask why I had to go with but I go with them.

When I go inside this prison it might not seem like a prison at all. The guards didn't any uniforms, just regular clothes No one was forced into any routine; you basically do whatever you what. Which takes me to my next topic, when you got this prison you're not allowed to bring anything but clothes on your back and whatever you have in your pockets. As whoever was in charge said I had to go through this routine for the next five years. But I didn't want to do this until I'm 26 years old.

One night, I remembered that I'm scheduled to have a roommate on my way to my cell I walked by another prisoner who talking on a cell phone in plan sight. I doubt the guards would even care. I went into my cell right when lights out began. In my 4 x 8 cell I saw my roommate a heavy set teenager that had to be 15. He sat down in a corner of the cell; he looked at me for one second and looked back down the floor. He didn't want to be there as much as I do.

I never knew why were but I knew it wasn't right. I wanted control of my dreams and I wanted control of my future…

...As a Hurrricane!

He's Hurricane Bill and he's on his way to the Bermudas! Go Dad!

I finally got contacts today, no glasses!