Today's dream: Got kidnapped, so I escaped and went on a rescue mission

In a mansion

It was a wonderful place, but I was trapped. I knew it was intentional. I suddenly decided that I needed to get out, and that if the people in charge around me wanted to keep me in, I just had to try to avoid them as much as possible. I started walking inside the mansion. Everything was golden thanks to the bright sunshine coming from outside. It was warm and nice inside. People were lying around reading, playing games, talking, resting. I left the living room, entered a small corridor and saw that there was an open door with a bald man inside. He looked like a nice person, but most of the older people here were part of the staff that was tasked with keeping us inside.

He was sitting toward me and reading a magazine. He was wearing beige shorts, tatami sandals and a brightly coloured shirt usually worn for the beach and watery sceneries. While I was worrying whether he'd give me away, he simply turned toward a window to his left (to my right) and pointed with his left thumb raised above his shoulder, like "what you're looking for is there". The external wall was covered in windows, and one of them was open. It was almost like a door. I finished opening it and climbed through it. Outside, it was a nice porch with orange floor tiles that ended in a small step and gave way to a pretty garden covered in grass. To my right, there was a small pool in the porch, and a girl was just lying there in a bikini, taking in the reflected sunshine and playing with a big inflated ball that had many colours.

I walked past her toward the entrance of the building. I knew we were in a mountainous place, so I would have to walk toward the entrance, go through the garage gates, which I didn't know whether they were open or not, and then walk left, down the mountain, under the beautiful sunshine and towards freedom.

In a subway station

I don't remember what I did from when I was in the porch until I was in a subway station. I went down the stairs into the underground station. Among the lots of people that were walking around me, I saw a few police officers standing around. I was worried all this time about the fact that I had left my stuff in the mansion and that I needed that (because it was all I had in my dream). I found a friendly-looking policewoman who also looked strong and with authority. I walked toward her and asked her something along the lines of "Hey, if I was kidnapped, and I know where the kidnappers are, and they have other people, and you go there and catch them, and you find my possessions there, can I have them back?", and she said yes.

But I started questioning myself. I knew that the people there were friendly, that they were comfortable. They had pools, books, TVs and overall comfort, and I was suddenly aware of the fact that the anti-kidnapping forces would probably terrorise everyone inside. I imagined a SWAT team throwing down everything, threatening people with guns, blowing stuff up and handcuffing people, and the whole process that would last hours, and I asked myself whether it was worth it. Would the people there be thankful or would they rather stay in their comfort, even though they were not free?

In a bus

But I didn't feel like leaving people enslaved and imprisoned. I also wanted my stuff back, but this part of the dream ended here and I didn't get any resolution on this side. However, somehow my subconscious led me to switch my dream into another similar situation. I got to rescue other kidnapped people who weren't as comfortable as the ones in the mansion. Next thing I remember, I was standing in a bus with four or five people behind me. I think we had become some kind of "freedom mercenaries". I was facing a few guys who were terrorising people on the bus. I don't remember whether this was a bus filled with kidnapped people or whether the guys were stealing from the people.

The fact is I was standing in front of a man and I was telling the people in front of me to put down their weapons. I had a gun in my hand and I was pointing it at them. The gun didn't feel reliable. It felt like a refurbished piece of metal that shot bullets sometimes. I pointed it at his head and he raised his gun, so I shot him and saw his head blow up. I walked forward and pointed the gun at the next man, who was much bigger than anyone on the bus and had a big knife in his right hand. I told him to put it down and was afraid, wondering whether if my gun would work this time (my gun looked like junk). He started joking around with his knife doing things like "hey, I bet you don't know how to use a knife, what if I did this, or that, or that", while moving his knife around in small stabbing motions that were clearly not going to reach me, until one of the swings was wide enough to reach me, but he didn't stab me, just kept the knife very close to my chest, and I saw, though I wasn't surprised, that I had bulletproof vest. I pressed the trigger toward his head and don't remember whether the gun worked or not, although I was extremely nervous.

Running down an avenue

The next thing I remember is running through a street with my people, looking around. There were people to the sides of the streets. I knew we were being pursued. In my dreamy mind, I was running from a skinny black haired bloke and his gang, although I don't think I saw them. I also knew that we had to go and rescue some little black boys who were being held somewhere near us. We were running through a very peaceful avenue covered in trees, with not much maintenance, lots of leaves on the ground. To the left, there was a normal fence that separated the street from a stream.

I don't remember much more from my dream except for some red brick buildings where I knew I would find some small black boys to rescue.