| 7:40a |
Escape
Last night I dreamt I was driving around in this car, and was having trouble driving it. I’d just left this sort of school, which was the dream before this one that I can’t remember. I was on LSU campus - something happened that I now cannot remember and I arrested and taken to trial - and found guilty. I was sent to prison - but the nutty thing was that it was an all male institute. Go figure. I was freaked out - I was handed some orange clothes (I know I was in for murder or attempted murder and some type of robbery) and a few things and I slowly sat on my bunk and folded these things up, put them together. This old black man started talking to me - I got a good vibe from him - and he was sort of telling me how it was going to be. He asked if I was alright and I told him I was upset because I couldn’t contact Mico - who could at least tell me what to expect or do. We were in this room with a bunch of bunks, men and this one guard who looked like a judge watching us. I looked down on my bed and saw these ripped pieces of hard plastic and the black guy told me they were weapons being passed around and to hide it well on my person. I put it just under my sleeve, next to my wrist but he said not to go out of here like that, they’d find it. Then a nurse opened the door and looked strange - and she fell into the room dead! She’d been stabbed in the back. This guy jumped in and threw everyone switchblades and said it was a break out. I followed everyone’s lead and tried to hold the knife the way Mico taught me (though he’s never taught me this). We were running, crawling, and around a corner I lost the line of guys I was with. Fuck, I thought, I don’t know my way around here. Adjoined to the prison was this all girl’s boarding school (go figure again) and - the best part - the people chasing all of the inmates were old fat ladies with little chiqua’s and pomeranian’s. I saw the girls’s shower room ahead of me and they were all in there and I thought, “Yes!” if I could get to the shower room and steal some normal clothes and get out of this prison garb they wouldn’t notice me. I ran in, but some girls saw me, I tried to play off as normal but my outfit, and the knife in my hand, sort of gave me away. Then, the girls decided to help me because they hated the warden (this mean, evil woman who was warden over the school and prison) and they gave me clothes which didn’t fit. Two other inmates made it as far as I did and we dressed them up like girls, too. We got caught the next day - well, the guys did, when we went swimming. The evil warden realized they had no breasts - and she had them drowned. I’m not sure if I was caught and drowned, too - because I didn’t see the drowning, just knew about it and don’t remember myself being in the dream after that. I remember seeing the girls’ punishment - all locked in these strange, glass jars for 3 days or weeks with no food or water. Then the alarm went off.
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