My dream started out on an island, a beautiful island with hundreds of green trees, a clean, fine-sanded, long beach (miles), and small cottages on a very sunny summer day. It was the perfect vacation spot. I was there with my mother, my twin sister, my old best friend, my aunt and my stepfather. It happened to be the day we were leaving the island to go back to the mainland and drive home. We drove our brand new white BMW car into the ferry, and took it across to the mainland. Upon arriving to the mainland there were thousands of people and hundreds of cars. It was like an amusement park at the ferry station. So, we decided to have the valet parking guy drive the car to a parking spot while we took a look around the place. The next thing I remember was looking for the car in a middle long parking lot, only to discover the car wasn't there. My mom sent my old best friend and I to look for the car. She and I found someone that worked there and asked him if there were any other parking lots. He sent us up this rope, climbing a mountain. Finally we reached another parking lot. We searched for the car. Then we saw these two teenage guys breaking into it. They were just about to climb inside when we confronted them that it was our car. They threw me in the back seat to sit with one of them and my best friend into the drivers' seat. They made her drive to the bigger parking lot. When we got there she jumped out of the car and ran to my parents, but she left the keys in the ignition. I can't begin to describe the anger I felt when I realized she did that. Before I realized what was happening, one of them was in the drivers' seat about to drive us away. I got so fearful I began hitting and punching his head. His friend tried to stop me but I threw him out of the car and then beat this guy in the drivers' seat to unconsciousness. My parents, sister, aunt and best friend came running and hugged me and thanked me. Then I woke up.