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Prison Dream
Author:
uberbudgie
I dreamt that for some reason
I had been incarcerated in a
large correctional institution
filled with lots of people in their
early 20's, dressed in white
undershirt and grey sweatpant
"uniforms." Some wore
"wifebeaters," some wore really
thin white t-shirts.
I don't know why but I had this
nagging sensation that we were
secretly being auditioned for a
GAP commercial. Must have
been the Americana white
bread theme, most of the
inmates were very nice looking
Caucasions.
It was kind of like a combination
of a preschool I went to and
prison, really weird. We all slept
in the same room, and had time
outs and such, and the warden
and the guards were all so much
bigger than us.
The few parts of the facility that
weren't bare concrete were
painted a rich umber brown.
Someone I trusted had some
strange drug of some sort and
were about to be interrogated.
It was someone that I had a
great deal of trust in, someone
that was about to be in great
danger and couldn't be searched
with the pills on them, so I had
to take them and keep them
safe.
They were worth a lot of money,
and I had no place to hide them,
so I had to carry them in my
hands. That's what was so weird
about this place... We didn't
even have our own cells,
-everything- was communal.
I couldn't set them down
anywhere because my friend
was counting on me, as well as
a number of people there.
I was freaking out pretty hard.
The drugs were something very
strange. Kind of a combination
of a purifying agent that cleared
out all evidence of chemical
excesses from various tissues
and wastes of the body, so that a
person would test clean, and a
very high powered psychadelic
of some sort. The purifying agents
were of an extremely sophisticated
variety that also gave a sort of
temporary immunity to the person
who took them, to all diseases
for a 48 hour period, and had the
power to reverse illness. Not to
cure it, but the power to mostly
eliminate a disease so that a
person with sufficient white blood
cells could purge the remainder
of the malady out on their own.
And these pills, which looked
suspiciously like a grey-tinted
version of some "women's herbal
vitamin" supplments, for some
reason had ended up in my
hands.
And I could be instantly executed
if I was discovered with these pills,
walking around, my hands in fists
everywhere I went.
I could not eat or do anything because
I could not open my fists.
Then, after trying to keep from sweating,
trying to keep from looking like something
was up, it was nap time.
I found out that my friend had
been executed, and that they
(the warden and the guards) were
about to do a massive search to find the chemicals.
I had to go pee anyways. The bathroom
stall had a door but no lock, and was
painted the same shade of brown.
My hands were so covered with sweat
that I couldn't get them into the toilet
fast enough.
I kept wondering why I was there,
I mean, I've been around some pretty
intense people in my life but was
consistently the most "straight
laced," (not in appearance, but in
personality), of all of the circles
I've associated with since my late
teens. I've never had any problems
with the law. Which is sort of
funny -- people look at me and
often think I'm trouble, but the
fact is, I'm one of the most cautious
people I know.
My brother realized that I had the pills
and started screaming for the guards.
I was trying to wrestle him away and
put the pills into the toilet, because if
discovered, we would all be killed.
I finally got them all in and started
to piss and he got out of the stall.
He was still screaming. I wanted
to kill him for putting us all in danger.
I heard heavy steps and was
just flushing when the alarm clock
went off.
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