JoannaB

I was notyself. I was however famale. I was put in prison for political descent. The prison was located on the other side of a high mountain. My father (not my real father but in the dream he was) he came to helpe escape. Luckily he was a skilled mountain climber. The mountain had impossible cliffs and yet somehow we did it. On the other side of the mountain though there was some sort of man made structure that we found ourselves on and jumping from that would be too high, it would kill me my father informed me. Then my father was no longer there and my dream self did not notice. I looked for a solution, and finally saw something I could not believe I had missed before: there was a staircase, and while there was no direct access to it, but I could climb over a railing am swing from that railing onto the staircase, and it was not hard compared to the maintain climbing. So I did it.

On the other side there was a quiet town. I staid there anonymously for a while. There were kind people there. Then I think I went abroad. At some point I tried to arrange the release of the other political prosoners in that prison.

Ultimately I could go back to my people. They were amazed how did I escape from that prison.

Fragment: something about a research paper on alien abductions.