When the dream began,I was sitting in this big room with a bunch of other people,although I never saw them. The walls were pale yellow,as I recall,and the floor was gray tile. The others and I sat at these long rectangular tables. From where I sat,I noticed what looked to be a counter with a plexiglas window above it on the western side of the room. There was a smaller room behind the glass,but no way to access it from our side. I also saw four older men and an older woman sitting behind the window. They all had on black robes and hoods. I can't say why,but I felt like they were imams. None of them spoke,just sat and gazed out into the room at us.

I got restless,so I got up from the table and walked over to a door which led outside. I wanted to check the mail. As I approached the door,I saw the mailbox stuffed with letters and a cardboard envelope that had been folded in a circular shape to fit inside. I became excited then,knowing it was a package I had been waiting on. I saw the mailman standing there,looking through more mail. I stepped outside to get the mail from the box. He saw me and I noticed another box he was carrying. He handed me a clipboard and told me to sign for it. I took his pen and looked over the page,but did not see any place to put my name. I pointed to a spot on the paper. "Here?" I asked him. He nodded. I started to write,but the pen was low on ink. I tried again and this time was able to put my name down. As I'm doing this,my sister walks outside with us. She asks the mailman if he knew about this place outside the Poconos. He didn't,but told her about some other places around there. I finally finished signing and went back inside.

I sat back down at the table. Out of the corner of my eye,I saw movement. A brown wooden door opened into the room where the robed people were. A sheriff's deputy in a brown uniform walked in and just stood there,hands on hips. He was young,Mexican and bald. He looked over at me and called my name,motioning me over. I heard someone's voice in the room tell me to go with him,that he would lead me to the circus. At that point,I begrudgingly start putting socks and shoes on. Normally people think circuses are happy,colorful places but I did not think this was a happy place at all. Almost like people went there,but they never came back. Personally,I felt that if I went there with this guy,there was a good chance I'd be shot. I stood up and looked over to where he was,thinking to myself,"I'm not going to any damn circus. I don't want to go to any F-ing circus,"