User blog:Leofan13/Title is a work in progress at this point...

As per request, here are the revisions to the first part of my dream as a story.

It was a night like any other. I had just finished work and was heading home around 11 pm. It had been a long night and I was tired. The drive was uneventful, as it usually is, and I soon found myself pulling into the driveway. After setting the gear into park and shutting off the ignition, I get out of the car and shut the door. I walk along the street to the path that leads to my front door. When I reach the front door, I let myself inside. Upon entering my house, I notice that something is really wrong. It is very quiet. Usually, I can hear the sounds of snoring coming from both my younger son and my husband and the restlessness of my older son as he attempts to sleep.

Tonight, however, there is nothing. I decide to investigate. I look through my husband's and my room for clues, but there is nothing except for our dog who is sleeping. I'm suddenly very angry with the dog. "How could she just let this happen?" I think out loud to myself. I continue my search for clues and enter my sons' shared room. I check on top of their dresser and inside the drawers. There isn't anything of importance. I walk across the room to their bunk beds and notice something in the top bunk. There is a swatch of fabric laying there with an image of a dragon's foot on it. I immediately recognize it as the symbol of the Foot. I also know what I need to do, but find it incredulous because this is my real life and they're not really real.

Nonetheless, I set out anyway. However, when I leave my house I am suddenly in New York City. As weird as it seems, I know that I have to find them. They are the only ones who can really help me because they have a long-running history against the Foot. I make my way through the city seemingly with ease. As a fan, I know to occasionally glance at the rooftops since they are usually up there. It takes a while, but I finally see them -- the Turtles. Now I just have to figure out how to get up there. (Apparently, since this is a dream I now have impressive ninja skills, too, so I have no problem getting onto the rooftops.) I can see them a few buildings over, and it appears that they are on patrol. I try to get in a little closer, but lose sight of them. I am disappointed, but I am determined to find them. "I have to find them," I think to myself. "My family's fate depends on it."

I try again to locate them, when all of a sudden I am flipped over onto my back. "Ugh," I manage to say. I wince from the pain, but notice something worse when I open my eyes. I am staring at the point of a katana blade. Startled, I let out a gasp and then try to shield my face with my hands.

The wielder withdraws the blade. He must feel that I am no longer a threat. At least, I hope he does. I remove my hands from in front of my face. A hand is extended in a gesture to help me up. I tentatively take the hand and stand up. I notice it is a large, green hand with three fingers and I now know who the owner of the katana blade is. It's Leonardo! His brothers, Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo, are standing right behind him. I can't believe this! I am filled with emotion: relief, happiness, hopefulness, anger (as I remember why I was here in the first place), and a twinge of anxiety. I am also confused because there was no way this was really happening. I stare at them in disbelief as they look back for what felt like an eternity. Finally, I say, "It's you guys! But how?  There's no way..."

Raphael takes a menacing step toward me. "How do you know about us?" he demands. Leonardo put a stiff arm across Raphael's chest and giving him a stern look said, "Stand down, Raph." Raphael glared at his brother and took a step backward.

Leonardo turns back to look at me. "Who are you and why are you here?" he asked. I am still reeling from how surreal all of this is, but I know that I need to choose my words carefully. I need their help and if I blow this opportunity... "I may never see my family again," I think to myself not realizing that I said it out loud.

"What did you say?" Leonardo asked me. Finally aware of what just happened I say, "My family was kidnapped and I need to get them back. My name is Lauradane."

Raphael chimed in. "What does this have to do with us? It sounds like something the police can handle." I shake my head, saying, "No, it has to be you. You are the only ones who can help.  I found this in my son's bed."

I pull out the swatch of fabric from my pocket and show it to them. Leonardo's eyes narrowed. "The Foot," he said through gritted teeth as he immediately recognized the symbol. "Whatever the Foot are up to involving your family can't be good. Don't worry.  We will help you get your family back."