Prison Dreams

They happen. I had one just last night and they are so very real. I was inside again. I was back in prison. It was a prison dream.

Only, because it's a dream everything is a bit different. People are different. Rules are different. 

In my dream, I had my own room, with a door. I had pictures hanging everywhere, I had recent been on furlough for some reason. I was friendly with an officer. I got permission to keep a "do not disturb" sign hanging on my doorknob. Like I said, it was just a dream!!!! So far from reality!!!

Truth is, pieces of the past deep in through dreams all the time. Sometimes I dream that I relapse. Sometimes I dream that I'm young and running my summer camp again. It's okay to have these dreams. We open ours eyes, and we are where we are, our brain resets to the present.

I find my dream of being in this lax prison of my dreams last night fascinating, though. I suppose it could've been more like a halfway house or prison camp based on how much leniency I was given, but I know I felt like I was in prison at the time of my dream and I was in uniform. I remember the feeling of being surrounded by my people with so many pictures on the walls and door, it was so warm, if not chaotic.

The funny thing in the dream was how I was assessing what I would write in the blog about it all. In my dream I was saying how I was going to write about getting permission to keep the "do not disturb" sign... So I did anyway - yet none of it actually happened - it was just a dream. The only thing that is real is that I actually do keep a blog... I guess my dream knew that!!!