I think I have been kidnapped in my dreams

Alright, first off I'm not really the storywriter guy (or the writer guy in general), so don't expect too much from me. Anything I'll try to tell you here most probably isn't as picturesque or vividly described as the other kids here could make it. So all I will attempt to manage is to give an accurate and comprehensive recap of the incident as I remember. 

I've had dozens of weird dream experiences like recurring or episodic dreams since I was a kid; also very frequently, I have been lucid since I'm 9 or something.

When I was younger and still dreamt nearly every single night, I remember every second one being a nightmare with me inevitably killing myself or getting hunted down and brutally murdered. But I think I am getting carried away here.

I believe in the supernatural, yes, but that doesn't mean I'm not a sceptic. 

A few weeks ago, I have experienced events which I feel might be described as me being kidnapped in my dreams. (Not that I'm sure, but I'm completely unsatisfied with rational explanations at this point)

It was a saturday afternoon as a mighty storm was raging outside. The sky was filled with dark clouds throwing shadows to embrace the world in several grades of opaque and dense rain coating everything with a thin layer of water - see, that's what happens when I attempt to be a writer...awful..uhm anyway. So after dinner I figured, since I was quite exhausted from the late friday I've had and because I generally grow tired when we have weather like this, to just lay on the bed and try catch some sleep.

As usual when I want to sleep but am not weary enough to just shut my eye and doze off, I read some articles, reddit and such on my phone. Normally that's the weird way I go to sleep. Spend so much time with eyes wide open until I can't actually tell at which point I enter standby-mode.

I remember an hour passing, me still being kind of dull but not any more than with what I have started to begin with. I thought to myself to maybe just put my phone aside and close my eyes as I never do.

"Maybe that'll work for once"

Ok, one last look if anyone texted. Best friend did, but nothing too important that required an immediate response. Glimpse at the clock before turning off the screen, 05:34 PM. I slowly close my eyes and try not to think of anything in particular when suddenly my mother calls out for my brother whose room is just wall to wall to mine. Although I felt far from sleeping I was just too lazy to get up and close the door. The conversation about where my brother put a certain thing somewhere she couldn't find and didn't want it to be put ended soon anyway with my mother yelling and him slamming doors.

After some time I started to struggle with my eyes feeling the urge to burst open while the rest of my body was too tired to even show what it wanted.

"Alright, just to look at the clock", I thought as an excuse. Been curious what time it was anyway..

06:03 PM , "alright, that's that", closed my eyes again, tried to get comfortable on my stomach, head rested exceptionally well in my arms I used as a pillow, speaking of which was just too far away to grab or it was again that lazy thing I got. This time I attempted to think of a girl while my eyes were closed, who knows, maybe falling asleep with thoughts of her would lead me to dreaming about events that would not ever happen in real life anytime soon.

Not very long in I started to really see pictures of her forming from the dark of my inner eye (just read what that phenomenon is called a few days back, but have already forgotten and can't find it now) but I wanted it to become more clear and tried harder. That's when it started.

I heard a voice saying "What  do you think you're doing?" with all I have seen suddenly disappearing. I was startled by the harsh tone and it's insanely high volume but didn't think any of it.

"Where are my overalls?" sounded in a familiar tone soon after. My dad. I heard my mother reply "They are outside on the porch drying" I could hear them, I was awake. I even could feel me laying on my bed. It's impossible I fell asleep anyway yet, it would be too soon. I wasn't sleeping, possibly just part of a near sleep experience. (let's call it that)

I adjusted my right arm in a manner so that I stopped hear my heart beating through my ear firmly pressed against it. Just as I enjoy listening to that sound made by someone else's blood-pump, I just hate it when I can hear or feel my own. Breathed in. 

"You shouldn't have come here", a dark and worn voice filling my head with unease continued without much of a pause for me to really have calmed down yet just as I exhaled. I don't know why, but i felt utter terror at this moment and just wanted to open my eyes. I couldn't.

"You think you can just leave? It's too late now"

After that the dark slowly turned into something, a brightly lit room it seemed, but all I could see was a rough, broken wall not far in front of me. I was down on my knees with my arms tied behind my back and the rest of my body feeling as if it was fixated (even though I didn't see or feel anything there, comparable to sleep paralysis) so I couldn't move, not even my head, hell it hurt when I just tried to. I was aware of everything, that I'm basically on my bed, so I figured I was being lucid.

Suddenly coughing and heavy breathing echoed in the obviously too big or too empty room interrupting the calm and my train of thoughts, which would turn out to be too slow to process what was going to happen.

"Oh God, he's got another one. Why didn't you open your eyes when you still could" I heard a broken or hoarse voice from the left whimper.

"What do you mean" I asked.

"I have been here for hours already, he'll just leave and then come back then to hurt"

"Who?"

"He doesn't have a name, I don't know it, doesn't matter. I'm not even sure he's human. How would all this here make sense otherwise?"

"What are you talking about? ... no..wait...what am I doing here..you are not even real, I know I am dreaming, this is just my brain playing tricks on me" I said out loud to myself.

"You think you are lucid?" he replied without hesitation. "That's what I thought. I don't even remember myself falling asleep. But turns out we both aren't lucid, sorry for that."

I noticed the periodical sound of dropping water behind me merging with a shallow puddle on the bare concrete floor as I tried to think of a nicer scenery and situation...but to no avail. I was petrified.

"What's going on? I know I was lying on my bed some minutes ago"

"I don't think this is a dream to be honest, all the pain he caused me felt too real." 

The screeching of what felt to me like a heavy old door opening or closing not too far behind us made me freeze in terror.

"What's that sound?"

"God, I think he's coming back, f**k!"

I held my breath for what felt like eternities passing me by, all the while being deafened by my own heavy but muffled breathing.

"No, no, noooo!" I heard his already weak screams fading as they grew more distant every second. My body started to react at this point for the first time with shivers and tears of desperation dropping down my eyes as I tried to withdraw the pain from my futile attempts to move or even get loose somehow for what I thought were 5 minutes or more. 

Each passing minute made it clearer for me how pointless everything I did was and made me fear the next. 

The rest of the time I spent praying and later crying and sobbing like a little girl who was just told the toothfairy is a lie and unicorns don't exist. 

There was nothing I could do and I started to picture over and over if the pain I could deal to myself trying to escape already was that intense what it would be like if that monster took care of me. I feared it; unfamiliar but certain doom.

Then I heard them, footsteps in the distance, filling the room and my thoughts with the steady crescendo of doom I couldn't escape. I felt a stonecold hand grip my back firmly soon after. Cold sweat ran down my spine and my heart definitely stopped it's job for an instant.

He pulled me up and with him, I could see more of the room now. No windows, no doors, just faded grey walls and rusty water from the leaking pipes near the ceiling slowly running down them. 

I put all my weight and strength to the front for I knew the way he wanted me to go was exactly behind me.

"Oh, you're a fighter too?" He chuckled. "It's no use my friend, I promise. And the sooner we are done the sooner you can go." and with a sudden jolt I got boosted to the back. 

I choked, he laughed, I stopped fighting it. I closed my eyes in surrender. Out of nowhere my prayer was interrupted by his voice.

"Nooo! This can't be, we aren't done yet!"

I was confused. The next thing I remember is me waking up to my mother.

"Sorry if I startled you, but you didn't wake up when I was calling your name, not even when I was standing in front of you, so I had to shake you awake. Uhm..whatever, dinner's ready."

"Yeah, I'm coming" I said as she left. All a dream. I yawned and stretched, then looked at my phone.

6:05 PM