I can't remember the very beginning of it, but towards the beginning I was running through a trail. It was twilight and covered in snow, but it wasn't snowing and I don't remember being cold. It slanted up a little, and there were pine trees so close on either side I couldn't see the sky. I ran out of the end of the trail and up the long driveway of some building that was sort of on a hill. The driveway was covered in snow too, fresh snow, a couple inches of it. No one else had stepped on it. I saw Dan at the top of the hill. I can't remember exact words, but he told me our relationship was based too much on sex and he was having daydreams about having conversations with me, and didn't I see what was wrong? My heart hurt and I didn't want to listen to him, so I turned and ran back down the trail. I remember forcing myself to run as fast as I could and not look back. At one point I tripped and just lay in the snow.
**FAST FORWARD TO DIFFERENT PART OF DREAM**
I was in some gross apartment complex that was damp and dirty and sort of yellow, in the basement of it going through to the exit door to take the trail again. There was a man with a flashlight looking up into the pipes that line the wall, and a couple of girls across watching him. I don't know what they were looking for. They said something to me and I left out the side door. It was the same strange snowy twilight as the first part of the dream, and I started up the trail.
When I got to the top of the trail, it was daylight -- around noon it felt like, and I was at the top of the trail (different, this time, than before) with Gary and two other people. We gathered facing each other, making a diamond with our bags in the middle, going through our 'supplies.' A group of kids were in a line, on a field trip, to our rights. Gary and I were facing each other as we sifted through the bags. A woman walked past us, a stern light-skinned black woman with a purple skirt-suit on, and said something condescending and disapproving about Gary's bottle of whiskey, then walked back down the trail we had just come from (now significantly shorter than before). We shrugged, and I said "It doesn't matter; it's not federal land. We can have it."
**FAST FORWARD**
And then, somehow, we were in the back of this man and his two sons' old farm truck -- the kind with wooden rails up in the back, and we were traveling down a dirt road next to a field on one side and a few old houses on the other. I looked at Gary. "Do you know where we're going?" I asked him. He didn't. We stopped. I looked down the road and saw a small shape in the sky in the distance. It kept getting closer and closer and I realized it was a raspberry colored helicopter. It was coming to get us! We jumped off the truck and hid under it. We shot at it with something, but I don't know what. The old man laughed and I realized we had been kidnapped, tricked somehow. The helicopter flew in close and looked at me under the truck, as if it were a person or animal instead of a machine with someone in it. It flew off quickly, and the man was still laughing.
**FAST FORWARD**
Now we were in the house. We were gathered around on the floor while he sat and talked to us, and my cell phone suddenly rang. "I'm so sorry!" I said, as he glared at me. I got up to my backpack which was on a tall table and unzipped the front pouch. I pulled out my cell phone and tried to sneak away without being noticed. I went up a few stairs and into a big wooden room that was dusty and had no furniture but huge windows with dusty light pouring in. I put one finger to my ear and started talking into the phone to my mother. "MOM! I've been kidnapped! I don't know where I am. West Virginia? Pennsylvania?" I said, even though they both sounded wrong. She laughed and didn't believe me. I turned around and the old man was behind me in the doorway. He swiftly walked up to me.
**FAST A LITTLE FORWARD**
I was running from him, still in the house but looking for a place to hide. I ran into a smaller room which was upstairs. The only thing was a broke down camp bed near the doorway. I tried to wedge my way under it. The old man came in and immediately squatted down next to and looked under the bed. Suddenly I was in Matt's body and the bed had grown to admit the two of us under it, half-kneeling. He pinched my nipple with one hand and would not let go, as he smiled a crooked, missing-tooth smile at me, eyes slightly narrowed and crazy looking. He reached between my legs and grabbed my cock. I didn't like it. He squeezed it and told me how hard it was. I was afraid he was going to rape me.
**FAST A LITTLE FORWARD**
It was after the kidnapping. I don't know how I got back to my mom's house, but I was there with her and she was reading the paper. There was an article in it about my kidnapper; he had done the same thing to other boys and he had them captured in his house from 1959 to 1966. It said it was in Alabama. "So that's where I was," I thought. Mom still acted as if it were no big deal.
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There was a little more randomness toward the end that didn't quite follow this grand story arc.
Also, no wonder I'm exhausted when I wake up.
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