The Escaping Adventure Dream.

I. I am flying through a wide, wildly meandering highway stationed on the side of a mountain that is close-by another mountain, both seeming very tall and steep, green, and fictional. Raised bridges above the highway connect the mountains. I am in a car-chase. If i'd guess, i am following a bunch of motorcycle-riding Nazis who are chasing little boy ninjas in the car in the front of them. The boys, when thrown out of their vehicles, fly around the highway as if tied by the hands by a web that hangs from the sky. I hope they don't get hit by cars as they hang hopelessly.
II. I am now on a small train, that has many pipes around and over it. It's a very old, Chinese-made train. It is moving throughout a Vietnamese forest, raised above a muddy tan river on either side. An evil woman is keeping me and Nick, and other Chinese boys and girls in cages on this train. She doesn't treat us too well, and the cages are very small. The train is breaking down, going into a tunnel, and me and Nick climb the train, trying to escape. We can jump, but we can't swim in the mucky river, or the rocky terrain on the other side. We enter the tunnel, and the train assumes the shape of a large, moving dragon, with festive lights outlining the scary, Chinese dragon face, and it's whole, slithering body, inside the pitch black tunnel. But we escape. On the other side of the tunnel, me and Nick jump off and crawl for our lives.
III. It is nighttime, with the sun just exiting the horizon, and the theme of this chapter involves me and Nick escaping through dry farmland back home. I am crawling through a small, dry, dirt path, with Nick at my side. The path is closed in by parallel fences, protecting crops. It's a dry, Southwestern area. We crawl to a pond in the middle of the path, that traps us, as the path continues on the other side of this mucky pond. We catch a fish, a very pretty blue-striped fish, and it's massive. Nick states the weight and type. I look around for a sign that tells us how many points this fish will give us(alluding to a video game i once had where you can fish in certain ponds and get points for very heavy and rare fish, and the fishing sign is where you cash them in) but i cannot find it. I am disappointed. Upon standing, i see distant floodlights, and a ruckus of cloudy farmwork with primative tractors, with men guiding it. A man walks by the fence, and i ask, "Uhh, excuse me, where are we right now, exactly? Like what state?" and he replies, "Hey man, we are in the main big state thing man. We're here, the big place, man," (and he says some kindof complicated acronym that explains the nation we are in). Me and Nick make it to this dock that overlooks the farm, and there are many old ladies with torches and pitchforks, opposing us. We ask them where we are, and they won't tell us. I look to my left, to the building on the dock, and behind the screen door, i see Fidel Castro, cigar and AK-47 and all, staring me down. We make it to a home, and a find a magazine. And i look at every page, and it says the same nation on every heading, on every weather forecast...Cuba.