jail

I dreamt of jail... a women's jail. I would say I dreamt that I was in jail, but I felt more like an observer.. although I would pop in someone's mind/body for a second and take that perspective.

All of the inmates wore pale yellow. The clothing felt more like pajamas... light and not meant for outside conditions. Three women... sometimes "we" were in a cell. None of us wanted to be there of course, but we were not too focused on it. I didn't really know why any of them where there... the thought would pop in here and there... well, more of a feeling of "oh yeah... I did that horrible thing" but it would pop out before the details would show up. The women were getting moved. There was a female guard that was quite husky and and a more slight male. I think he was a doctor though. He felt much more kind, sensitive and caring.

One of the inmates was pregnant. I would pop into her mind and body. She felt a little naive, simple and a bit of ignorance is bliss. They led us down the hallway of white walls and shiny white tile floors. It didn't seem too bad. If this was jail, it didn't feel like punishment. We didn't have to think, organize, plan, reason.... just follow.  There was no real stress. We arrived at our destination... it was a nice sized room with a wall of windows that faced an garden. The she guard handed the pregnant inmate (me) what looked like a yellow plastic pitcher, but it was meant to be a toilet. I guess it was due to the condition of the body, and it would be easier than getting up in the night. I wasn't sure how it would work, but I figured they knew what they were doing. I set it down by what was to be my bed. The other women didn't seem as pleased as the pregnant me. I listed out all the reasons we should be happy and it seemed to bring some levity.

Then it was if I woke from this dream and there was a fat little puppy on my knees. I startled it and it fell to the ground with a little yelp. Not far, just enough to shock it and make it whine a bit. Was awfully cute.