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Apparently I have a little brother named billy.

We were playing dodgeball together, in a way. Whoever has the ball has to hit the other person, whilst the other person dodges. The are we were in was like a residential square, there is a row of houses with their gardens facing the square. All the gardens have large black fences, probably 7ft high. One of those houses is where I lived as a kid, and this little square is where I used to play.

Billy was pretty young, like 7 years old if I were to guess. I didn't give him any chances though, everytime he tried to hit me with the ball i would dodg them never letting him hit me. Once he did hit me, and I instantly got him back, I was being pretty cruel in that regard.

This square has two objects in it, one is a 1 foot tall concrete hollow L shape. Within it's boundaries is packed with dirt to house the nettle bushes. The other is a 5 foot tall oval, also packed with dirt, until the lid in which is used to house a fully grown tree and some bushes. If you think that is strange, this exists irl.

Here I found the dream scene on google maps, and uploaded an image. http://i.imgur.com/nWwpF2J.jpg

The only difference is, all the fences were black.

We took a break, sitting behind the L shape just next to the fences. Actually, it was a specific fence directly between the tree dome and L. This was where I lived as a child. I was explaining to billy, all this, saying things like. "You know, when I was your age, this is where I used to play too." I showed him the garden of the house I lived and stuff.

It was right around this point, loads of kids appeared out of nowhere with their parents, and some how a blue trolley from work used to transport machine parts full of water appeared in front of me with soapy water and tipped out.

This distracted me and I stopped for a minute to make sure billy was still there, but he was not. Where could he have gone, i couldn't have been looking away for more than 5 seconds. Frantically, I start scanning the faces of every child there to find him, but I can't. So then I start shouting on him. Louder and Louder, but he did not answer. The adults looked at me as if I were crazy, so I was like, someones taken him, someones taken billy.

I was standing at the far side of the square now, past the far end of the L shape. I starting looking as hard as I could for a clue, tried to think if I heard anything funny. The fact I didn't even hear billy be taken away almost made me burst into tear, to think of someone abducting him, me being there and his cries unable to reach my ears. Must have been terrifying, and now I don't know where to start looking, and now, just as fast as it would take a man to snap his fingers, it was nighttime.

At a 45 degree angle upwards at the rightside of the houses, are another row of houses separated by a grass hill. At the gate of one of the gardens stood an old man. Overweight, thick framed glasses. He was wearing a red latex suit that was skin tight and covered his whole body except from his face. He emitted a red aura that you could see illuminate his surrounding area. He looked sinister and creepy, and he was staring directly at me.

I decide that must be the guy who took Billy, he is toying with me, but I don't have time to question it. I run over, I run straight passed him. Into his garden, I kickdown the door to his house, except it's not a house really. It's just one small room, in it were tables and chairs, and no Billy.

The man shouted from outside, "excuse me what are you doing, someone help this man is breaking into my home". I was convinced billy was here, I could almost feel his presence, there had to be more going on here. I threw away the tables and chairs, lifted the rug, and I saw a handle in the floor. At this point, someone came to the aid of the old man, some really big guy who looks strong, and also has nicholas cage's face, he tried to pick me up but I quickly told him that this man stole my little brother and im going to find him here. He stops for a second then begins to help me, we lift up the panel to find another panel. Panel after panel, no end to this. But I have to keep going, each panel was different, so we must be making progress. At which point we are presented with a black hole and stairs. At which point I say, you know, we might find more kids than just my little brother down there.

Just as I finish this sentence, the old man walks back in the room with a shotgun, at which point I woke up.