heeeeelloooooo darlings!!! its been forever since we’ve seen each other. And as such i have another ethereal tale to tell, so here i go~<3
The dream begins in the most strangest to appear in, a jail cell. the “memories” flood back to me, as I “realize” I have been convicted. I inquire my cell-mates, and they remind me that the two of them and I stick together and protect one another from the brutes and sex-depraved in a facility such as this.
We are then released from our cells for what believe to be some kind of “free time” in a large room. I take this time to go to the visiting hall to speak with my mother. thou i heard no words, I could look through the window and tell from her face that she was angry yet sad that her only child and “baby” was locked up. my dream memory reminds me that she visits everyday, and that she will visit me for the next 600 days, as i will be released from prison in two years time.
After a good bye from mom and a goodnight kiss through the poly-carbon window, a jail-mate I’m familiar with pulls me aside around a corner, hands me a jumpsuit and marches me to an exit. We walk outside to a van parked on the curb. no struggle with the guards, no alarm, this Prison has the worst security. I’m in the van, yet we’re not moving. The driver (and leader of this mad escape) holds a group meeting addressing the nature of the plan:
The 4 passengers will have their eyes closed for the ride as the driver goes to 4 specific places. once their name is called, they may open their eyes and must exit their door, run to where ever they please, and must promise not to look back to keep the remaining people in the van un-jeopardized if one of us is captured and interrogated. finally, the driver will depart his van where ever he pleases and the five of us will never meet again.
the driver then asks the group “stay in the van if you want freedom, but you are welcome to abort if you honestly think you may ruin it for all of us.” I raise my hand and say “I’m sorry guys, i only have 2 years left, i think I can survive until then. hope all succeed.” I then exit the Van and walk back to the prison, making sure I don’t see the van. I hear them speed off as I literally sneak back into jail as if I never left.
As I typed this out, I felt grateful that I sleep in a cozy and fluffy bed covered in a quilt my mother made for me, in a room decorated as i love it. I am grateful that I am allowed to eat anything I want, vote, and fire a gun at a shooting range if I feel like it.
also, I questioned myself as to if this is what i would actually do in the scenario, if i was offered early freedom from prison, would i turn it down?