I Don't Know What It Means
I was in jail, and so was Golden Boy. We were in different cells, and this was no ordinary jail. The general public was able to walk through the wide hallways, as if they were walking through a mall. There were tables set up along some of the walls where people sold things. It was like a flea market that had a few jail cells. I was in a cell near one of the entrances, and Golden Boy was in a call down the hall and immediately around the corner.
A security guard came and unlocked the door, telling me I could take a break for the day. I walked out of my cell thanking her, and then asked when I should be back. Tonight, she told me. I walked down the hall, and Golden Boy and I somehow got in contact with our mother. We walked around outside with her, and then went to dinner.
It started getting dark, and Golden Boy and I agreed we should get back. As we entered the building, we saw signs for public bathrooms. We each got in line for our respective bathrooms. Golden Boy's line moved faster (shocker) and he was on his way back to his cell while I was still waiting in line. Once I got in, I hurried through the bathroom, worried I would be late.
As I walked back down the hallway to get back to my cell, I see two police officers walking hurriedly in my direction. I now panic that I'm in trouble, then realize I'm wearing tan pants and a light pink short-sleeve shirt and nothing makes me stand out as someone who belongs in jail. That thought relaxes me a little bit, but I still hurry towards my cell, berating myself for not having asked for a firm time I was supposed to be back.
Then I see a few more police officers huddled together in the hallway, holding a little picture in their hands and looking closely at everyone walking by while talking into walkie-talkies. Worried I'm going to have to stay in jail even longer now, as a punishment for being late, I consider running, then decide not to, that it might attract attention. When I can see around the crowds of people still milling around, it's clear there are no police officers waiting at the cell for me. While hurrying down the hallway the last several meters, I wake up.
A security guard came and unlocked the door, telling me I could take a break for the day. I walked out of my cell thanking her, and then asked when I should be back. Tonight, she told me. I walked down the hall, and Golden Boy and I somehow got in contact with our mother. We walked around outside with her, and then went to dinner.
It started getting dark, and Golden Boy and I agreed we should get back. As we entered the building, we saw signs for public bathrooms. We each got in line for our respective bathrooms. Golden Boy's line moved faster (shocker) and he was on his way back to his cell while I was still waiting in line. Once I got in, I hurried through the bathroom, worried I would be late.
As I walked back down the hallway to get back to my cell, I see two police officers walking hurriedly in my direction. I now panic that I'm in trouble, then realize I'm wearing tan pants and a light pink short-sleeve shirt and nothing makes me stand out as someone who belongs in jail. That thought relaxes me a little bit, but I still hurry towards my cell, berating myself for not having asked for a firm time I was supposed to be back.
Then I see a few more police officers huddled together in the hallway, holding a little picture in their hands and looking closely at everyone walking by while talking into walkie-talkies. Worried I'm going to have to stay in jail even longer now, as a punishment for being late, I consider running, then decide not to, that it might attract attention. When I can see around the crowds of people still milling around, it's clear there are no police officers waiting at the cell for me. While hurrying down the hallway the last several meters, I wake up.
Labels: Golden Boy, Overthinking, Potential Depth
posted by Green at 2/02/2009 04:22:00 AM
1 Comments:
god i hate dreams like that. i had one a few weeks ago that stuck with me ALL day. it was terrible. but after speaking with my sister, we got down to the root feelings and i felt much better. you will, too - just give yourself some time to think it over.
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