A fake awakening one

The complicated story felt like one out of a indie movie because it was set in during the winter in Russia, and people spoke as if they were being dubbed. At several times I realized it was a dream and thought that it would serve as fodder for a really good story. So I make myself wake up periodically and record the story into a tape player, even though I don't own one in real life. Here's what I could remember:

I was a man escaping from the law. I ducked in a park because that's where I arranged to meet with whoever was going to drive me out of the country. They never showed. I remember seeing frozen ponds and streams as I walked around trying not to freeze myself. Despite the cold, it wasn't a bad day. I came across a family: a boy and his dog first and who I presumed to be the boy's two parents. My deshelved appearance didn't make me ashamed to talk to them at all, and they seemed nice. I got to know them and instead of hanging around the frozen park, which was getting colder as night was setting in, I was invited to join them for dinner at their home. At some point I discover they're not really the boy's parents, but his guardian for some reason. After that it gets hazy. Some dilemma or another arises, and nothing gets resolved by the time I really wake up.
I got kinda pissed when I realized I didn't get any of it on tape.

Dream (8/22/06)

My parents and I were cornered in our own home by snipers and people with machine guns. I try to escape through the backyard with my neighbor's help but he gets gunned down by machine guns in the backyard. The dream restart like a level in a videogame, and I fade back into the dining room with my family where I started. I could tell my parents were in the middle of something in the kitchen because they still had cookware in their hands. The soldiers seem to draw closer and closer to the house until one of them is practically a few steps away from our front door. In the middle of the dream I become aware of it and try to distract myself with the thought something pleasant, namely arcade games.

I'm at an arcade machine in some random movie theater getting right up close to the final boss when my sister interrupts me to say the movie starts in a few minutes. I abandon the game just as the penultimate battle is about to start and head into the theater. Flash forward to the my exiting the movies and seeing the entire place close, lights going off one by one behind us as we walk down the hall. When I head to the arcade for one last try with the machine while my sister goes to the restroom the employee standing next to it shakes his head, says, "We're closing," and points to the door.

Back in the dining room, I get up to make sure the dinky latch to the basement is locked. I think to myself if the dinky little latch makes a difference at all, which makes me think if this hiding out in the dining room would do anything. After all, if the people outside wanna kill us, they'll kill us. When I get back my parents seem to have reached the same conclusion, since they're back to doing whatever they were doing before. I follow their lead. I go to my room, lean back in my chair and wake up.