Low Security Prison
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, 06-07-2011 at 05:37 AM (1017 Views)
I have from time to time had prison dreams. Although not in a long time and seldom recorded.
I was sitting on the toilet in a dingy bathroom watching a picture tube TV. As I began to notice my surroundings. I realized I was in a men's bathroom that was packed with rugged men who looked down on their luck.
As a group walked out, one man squeezed my hand in a suggestive way. I retracted my hand quickly. I took a look at the gray jumpsuits and realized with a certain level of fear: I was in prison and I was one of the smallest friendliest faces around.
I made my voice extra deep and tried to make dull and ignorant sounding statements. I left the bathroom with lurching gate. I entered a community area and there was my best friend Joe, his other best friend, my GF, and a few other people.
I wondered what we all had done. I took my GF aside into a storage like room with a connecting walk way over an enclosed courtyard. I had the impression she was merely a visitor. I asked her:
"How did I end up in prison? I don't remember even going to a trial."
She told me my name was on an arrest list. I started looking around trying to take in the predicament and how I would need to act to survive. It crossed my mind I was arrested due to a case of mistaken identity. I looked past the courtyard where I saw a 20ft barbed wire fence and police cars on the other side.