The Island

In the last dream of the night, I dreamed that I was on some small island as part of a tourist group, and while I was in a bathroom, a crazed madman named Jason Vorhees (but not THAT one, he took the name from him) released a non-communicable zombie virus on the island. All the bathrooms on the island were (for some reason) rigged to have self-contained environments so I and some others were unaffected, and as we went out to find out what happened the madman then took the rest of us hostage and forced us to do tasks for him, killing us one by one if we didn't. I in particular he was forcing to hand write the events that were taking place on the island (and, more specifically, this dream journal).

After doing this for a little while, I made a break to swim off the island when he wasn't paying attention, and found that the reef around it had been filled with a web of crisscrossing nylon fishing line and several rings of barbed wire fence, so that people trying to escape would be caught in it and he could go and kill them (several of the survivors on the island had already tried this). I had managed to sneak a small dagger and crossbow out with me, and, using a piece of the dock and some misdirection tactics (and the stretchiness of the nylon lines to my advantage while being caught in them one of the times), somehow miraculously managed to swing around to the other side of the island and out of the traps.

I used the crossbow to shoot back the document I was working on, which I finished by going into great detail about my triumphant escape, and then swam back towards shore until a passing oil tanker picked me up. The scene then shot forward another few months, with a military leader (being played by Jonathan Frakes) that several nuclear weapons had been reported stolen, and they believe it was connected to threats being sent by Jason Vorhees, who had since himself left the island.