Okay, so last night I had this crazy vivid dream about going to prison. It felt SO real, I woke up in a total sweat. I figured I’d try to unpack it a bit, maybe figure out what’s going on in my subconscious.
The Dream – Step by Step
First, I remembered standing in this long line, kind of like airport security, but way more depressing. Everyone was wearing these drab, gray jumpsuits. I was super confused, didn’t know what I’d done or why I was there.
- The line moved slowly, and I could hear people crying and shouting. Total chaos.
- Eventually, I got to the front, and this stern-looking guard took my fingerprints and a mugshot. It was humiliating.
Then, they shoved me into this tiny, cramped cell. There was a bunk bed, a rusty toilet, and that was it. My cellmate was this huge, scary dude covered in tattoos. He didn’t say much, just glared at me.
I spent what felt like days just sitting there, staring at the walls. The food was disgusting – some kind of gray slop. I tried to talk to some of the other inmates during our brief time in the yard, but they mostly just ignored me.
The Feelings, Man, The Feelings
- Overwhelming fear. Just pure, gut-wrenching terror.
- Loneliness like I’ve never felt before. Completely isolated.
- A sense of total helplessness. I had zero control over anything.
- Confusion. I kept racking my brain, trying to figure out what I’d done to deserve this.
I eventually woke up, heart pounding, soaked in sweat. It took me a good hour to calm down. It felt so incredibly real. I still feel kinda shaken up thinking about it. Definitely going to be thinking about this one for a while, Maybe I was repressing feelings.
