(Pardon the grammar, but these are just quick write-ups of my dreams.
They are not essays or great works of literature. Just dreams, folks. Don't be hatin'.)

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Prison Cat


I'm in prison. A weird prison. And they give me new clothes and sneakers. They tell me to report to the gym. I get there and look around and wait for someone to notice me. They tell me I'm in the wrong "class"; this one is for adults and not me. Some woman guard person escorts to my "cell". I have two roommates. It's a pretty nice place, like a dorm room.

A car crashes around the parking lot outside the window. Cars go flying, flipping upside down, falling down hills, and some have people in them. These people are very hurt. After the major action I go to see if my car was damaged in the wake. It was not.

I come back through the front entrance vestibule thing. I'm stopped in the vestibule by three men who start to get into a fight. They tell me I can't go inside yet. They have knives. The start to stab each other, mostly in the hands. There's a lot of blood.
I run inside and grab the security guard, but I have to take over while he's gone.
Then someone else starts something inside and I'm involved.

I sneak off and run down a stairwell that leads to bottom floor cells. It's very dark and gross; old carpet, old paint, no light.
I run and run and run.
I can tell they're behind me.
I stop to hide, hoping they'll pass me.
There's a cat that comes over. I think that it will draw attention to me.
I try to keep very still. I'm not very well hidden.

They don't notice me.
I sneak around a corner and leave the cat. Someone comes out of the "cell" I'm in front of and I do the quiet-finger in front of my lips. The dudes pass me by.

I get back to my cell and the door is completely messed up. One side of the frame is out, the knob is out, it's just a mess. I'm in a hurry because I want to lock myself in and keep the dudes out.
We slam the frame back together. Another person and I work on the door handle. It goes in.

The dudes are coming.

We get the door back together just in time. Slam it shut and lock it.

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