A dream I had

A couple nights ago I had a dream that I get sometimes when I'm worried about something, or just not sleeping well. It was a little different from usual though. I was on a farm, it was Valentine's day, and there were a bunch of teens all with the Valentine's they were given. I was the only one not to get any Valentine's. So I stood in a corner and read a book. But then all the teens were being forced by a bunch of evil brutes to become slaves. Because I was in a corner alone, they didn't notice me at first. I tried to sneak away, but one of them saw me. As he moved forward to grab me, one of the guys ran forward and tackled him. He screamed at me to run, and I did. I ran and ran through a bunch of snow, and then all of a sudden. I was Sherlock.

Strange huh? I drempt I was a boy, a teenage Sherlock. I think it was a sort of survival thing. In my mind I was in danger, so I adapted. I became Sherlock, because he is intelligent and can take care of himself. So I became him to protect myself. As Sherlock, I noticed everything about the farm, how my voice would bounce, where the safest route would be. I crept through a huge crowded garage and when I reached the back I slid out a hole near the ground. I crawled along it, and then through a large pipe. When I climbed out someone was there, he grabbed me by my jacket and lifted me up, laughing.

I woke up then, I was really scared in that dream. I tried to recreate it, and change the ending so I won and got away, but I couldn't. It was horrible.