| 10:06a |
In the Slammer
Last night was bizarre. I woke up and was trying so hard to hold on to all of it. It was so real! I’ve now forgotten the first part of the dream, but I remember being in a strange house. It was similar to the trailer I grew up in, but it was mine alone. I remember telling someone “they” were after me and that I was going to get arrested soon. I did, but I do know that I was innocent. I can’t remember what the crime was, though. I was locked in this room that was supposed to be a cell. I assumed I was waiting to see the judge so I could plead or something, but they came and got me and I realized they were taking me to prison. I kept telling them they couldn’t do that, I deserved a trial, but they ignored me. They locked me in a real cell this time and I was there for awhile. I kept thinking I had to get in touch with you, because you knew all that legal stuff and could tell me what I could demand and expect. This big lady came to get me, and I assumed I was being brought before a judge finally. But she started taking me to this certain camp in this huge prison for women and young kids. She was sizing me for shoes and clothes. She was nice, but couldn’t do anything to help me. This camp was bizarre! All the buildings were painted colorfully and most were made out of these huge, foam puzzle pieces. Everyone kept eying me as I walked through the outside area, and I knew I was going to have to prove myself – I remember thinking, I’m the new kid around and I’m going to have to fight to prove I can’t be fucked with. I was scared, but not showing it. This lady is still giving me this tour of the grounds when I see the, I don’t know what she was, the warden for that camp or something. She was like this old, mean looking bitch – like Judge Judy or something – and dressed in this blue and gold uniform. She had all these people around her in uniforms, also. I think I went to try and talk to her, plead my case or some shit – then my alarm went off.
Strange, huh? It was such a real dream. There were other, smaller and minor parts – like the nice lady leading me around with this trained cat because they were somehow better than dogs. All I remember was that the warden lady was evil and keeping people there who weren’t supposed to be there on purpose – she knew I’d had no trial but she just wanted people in her camp. It was all an evil plot.
Current Mood: Wrongly imprisoned |