I am a hostage. I'm kept hostage by two people. The location is my own apartment. I don't have a clue of what they want and I don't even think to try and solve the situation through negotiation. All I want is to figure out way to get out.

Oddly enough the two people keeping me hostage were old friends that I've grown distant from. Now that I think about it, they weren't very hostile, but they did have guns, or at least I think so. In another sense they were actually hostile, since they were keeping me hostage, no matter the reason.

They didn't detain me, but for some reason I am in a prisoners outfit, and it was obvious that they were keeping me hostage, at least in the dream. I'm not sure if this is all metaphorical in that it's attempting to represent my relationship with friends in the past, since I do remember not being very excited to hang out with them or any friends at periods of my life. I enjoyed being alone however when I did hang out with people it was fun and a different sort of fun than when being alone.

So they are in the living room and I am in my room, for whatever reason they are not paying too close attention to me, I think one is on the phone and the other is watching TV. I take this chance to break my window and throw down a climbing rope, tie it to the desk inside my room, and climb down. One of them climbs down in a rush after me. I'm not sure if we climbed down or just slid down with our hands, since my floor is not too high. He runs after me as I run across the apartments mini park thing, and towards a large river that cuts through my city.

We are running through trees now, inside a valley. I hide behind a tree and wait for him to reach me, unexpectedly elbow him in the face. I have my pocket knife on me so I slit his throat... I have no actual clue how there would be a pocket in a prisoners suit in the first place, but my I think the dream being mine kinda gave me leverage over it. I don't at all entertain the fact that I would kill someone with little knowledge of there being another solution. For some reason I just did not think of knocking him out or something, I only saw as killing him the reliable way to avoid whatever it was that he wanted to do.

So I change from my prisoners outfit to his clothes, and his cellphone starts ringing. It's the other friend. I don't answer but I run back to where I can see the apartment, I forgot many things, it's my own home after all. I'm not sure why I didn't just call the police using the phone I salvaged. In my dream I must have thought that I as well as the two captivators were the only people whom exist. So I am watching my apartment window, the broken one I climbed out of, while hiding in the bushes. I am thinking of the things I need to go back to get, where to find them and how to escape with them.

While thinking of the my room, I suddenly appear in it. I think this is an issue that is associated in dreaming. I think that because you think to create your dream, you can't think about something without creating it. So instead of only thinking about my room, I created it around myself in the dream, and so I was in my room.

After I realize I am in my room I see the other friend/foe and it's game over. I wake up in fear as well as shame. It wasn't really my choice to wake up, it happens when I panic too hard in the dream.

Why the shame?

I don't often have success with violence in my dreams- shooting people often degenerates into me going 'bang bang' in a dream, for example....