Perhaps this could be a reality TV show.
I dreamt that I was selected to be on a show entitled Celebrity Prisoner in which D-List celebrities (somehow I was a celebrity in my dream) were put in a prison built specifically for the show. The show was to be taped over the course of several months. I had never heard of any of the other celebrities except for Mike Tyson.
As much as I loathe reality television, I thought it could be a lot of fun to get paid to be a prisoner (I'm not sure how that seemed fun to me), so I accepted the role and went to prison. One of my cellmates was a tall and muscular guy and the other was a tall and lanky fella. I befriended them immediately and we all decided that we would spend the majority of the show trying to break out of prison. We thought it would add good entertainment value and be genuinely fun.
After a couple weeks I was the first to discover a flaw in the prison set. On one of the walls of the recreation center, behind a couple matts, was some wiring that jutted out the wall. I started pulling on the wire, which ripped a 3-foot hole in the wall, revealing a large hallow space beyond it. I covered it up and informed my cellmates of my discovery that night at bedtime.
The next day, the three of us went to the rec room. My cellmates provided a distraction (they acted as if they were feuding) whilst I slipped into the hole to explore the darkness. I soon discovered a tunnel. I walked through it for about a quarter of a mile, and I ended up on a mountain by a beach. I ran back quickly to find my cellmates, but unfortunately only the lanky one was there (the other had been taken to a solitary room). Lanky joined me and we walked out onto the beach together.
We saw a couple snowmobiles riding out on the water (defying gravity, etc.). I parted ways with Lanky. He stayed on the beach and I went into town to enjoy my newfound freedom.
My first stop was the library. Unfortunately the prisoners from Celebrity Prisoner had been brought there for a field trip (except my muscular roommate, who was still in solitary confinement). Instead of fleeing the scene, though, I thought I would try to get on camera without being caught by the prison guards. As the prisoners filed through the aisles, I would pop my head around them every once in a while, hoping to jut my way into a shot.
At last I made eye contact with one of the camera operators.
Then I awoke.
