This was when I was in elementary school.
      Willy Wonka kidnapped me some how and held me captive in my neighbors house. The way I escaped was saying that I had to go to the bathroom and crawling through the bushes that were/are between my house and the neighbors The locking all of the windows and doors to my house. Willy Wonka would always try and get me but he couldn't. The guy who used to live there was named Harold. R.I.P Harold. He was basically our street watch and let all of the kids thatived on the street play in his yard. I like Harold. He was old. R.I.P Harold.  This was a reoccuring dream. The Willy Wonka part.