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    [Non-Lucid] Onions and Alligators

    by , 03-02-2016 at 10:18 PM (421 Views)

    In this dream I'm with a guy, apparently my boyfriend(?) , at the train station/prison hybrid where he is being kept prisoner. I'm pretty sure I'm there to ask him about alcohol to take with me out with my friends, since I'm fairly broke and haven't got enough money to buy my own and It's a necessity if I'm not going to feel uncomfortable the whole night. He tells me there's some in his apartment and I go upstairs, there are scumbag inmates all over the place calling to me, mocking me and whatnot.

    "Hey, what room was yours?" I call down to him over the railing of the upper floor.
    "It's 505!" He shouts back.

    A woman slides up beside me and opens the door slightly, presumably to demonstrate that It's unlocked.
    "Does he always leave his door open like that?" I ask her, and wonder if she even knows him.

    She shrugs, and I push open the door. There are no drinks any-where, I look over counter tops and inside a bedside table before determining that they must be under his bed for some reason. Surely enough I'm right, and I pick up a small flask of vodka, a larger bottle of whiskey and some absinthe and stuff them into my bag. I leave the apartment, but now I have a new problem. On the ground floor, right next to my boyfriend and the staircase down, there's a warden patrolling. I walk low, and try to descend the staircase without drawing any attention to myself. It's no use, and I am caught. He rummages through my bag, not seeming to care that I don't belong here, and finds a tube of skin cream. He accuses us of using it to get drunk, which we vehemently deny. He takes it away, and sentences me to prison with the rest of them. I jump down off the platform and onto the train tracks, stretching out ahead of me is a dark tunnel. I begin running down the tunnel, the warden screams at his officers to capture me, but I manage to evade most of them
    I run as far as I can before I can't run any further, two officers blocking my path, a nasty looking woman and another man.

    "Make sure you close the door up ahead, the one that's unlocked. We wouldn't want him reaching the last gate and getting free."

    I am dragged off to a separate section, which is for some reason a patch of outside, like a park or something. I go inside, and there are other prisoners there, none that I have previously met or know in reality. I sit down on a park bench, and notice there are horses and alligators everywhere. I talk to the other prisoners, I think there's a woman, a larger man and one or two other people with no distinguishing features. The warden of this section of the "prison" talks to us, and begins throwing out different colored pieces of garlic, which attracts all the alligators to us. I sit on the very back of the park bench and put my feet up, there's the female inmate beside me and she does the same. I ask the warden how long I'm going to be here for.

    "Thirty years." She replies bluntly, throwing a purple onion my way.
    "Thirty years?!" I ask in disbelief, and she nods.
    "That's right, you're not getting out here until you're one hundred and thirty."

    So apparently I was already one hundred years old but looked and felt like I was in my twenties. I became friends with the inmates around me, but felt very upset at the prospect of being stuck in this place. As far as I can tell I woke up soon after.

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    Updated 03-03-2016 at 02:00 AM by 36360