neverending nightmare

i fell asleep relatively early last night, actually collapsed on my bed at midnight after getting home.  perhaps long after that, i was in one of my bad dreams.  i believe this since my nightmares are actually really short compared to how long they feel like to me.  i remember that me and my siblings were being rushed to the train station by my grandparents for reasons now forgotten.  my siblings were yards ahead of me so i pointed them to go left, not realizing that i sent them to the wrong train.  when realizing my mistake, i run up to the booth and ask the lady if i can get them because they were going to get on the wrong train.  she wouldn’t let me!  i begged and pleaded.  soon, i started yelling and crying at her.  i actually had a mental breakdown and ended up breaking something glass into a million pieces on the floor with everyone staring at me.  i was in a blubbering heap.  the guards/policemen came and had me taken away.  i had done something really bad and they put me in prison, although my nightmare skipped the ordeal of being admitted.  so, i’m alone in this small, dirty prison cell with one cot, a sink, and a toilet.  i had been there for weeks.  what was weird was that i was a guy in my nightmare and i had a girlfriend.  we were in love and she would visit me.  i would get into fights with the other inmates, in turn, getting me more prison time.  soon, i didn’t care anymore, about life, about anything.  i laid in my cot, didn’t move.  i left the tray of food where the guards slid it in and no longer chose to eat.  my ribs started showing and i had a hard time breathing, but i would take it.  i started getting that cold chilling, but exhilirating feeling in my bones that i was about to die, that my soul was leaving my body.  see, i get this feeling occasionally when i dream.  when i realize it, i try to keep the nightmare going as long as i can and this time was no different.  back to the nightmare.  my girlfriend decided she could no longer handle the emotional stress and left me.  at the same time, i was permitted to leave my cell and go to this office, but someone kept beating and kicking me.  i somehow find out that one of my siblings had released some pamphlets with writing about the corruption in the government.  they were written in different languages and i tried to smuggle them in, which is where my nightmare ended.  i couldn’t extend my dream any longer; it was giving me a headache which i still have now.  there is still alot of my experience that i don’t remember.  i really have weird dreams..