Prison Break

The dream this morning was another prison story. I believe it was implanted into my unconscious by a news article I saw online about how drones are the latest technique to smuggle contraband into prisons. Prison dreams have long been a reoccurring theme in my list of dreams.

I am some kind of psychologist or social worker in this dream. I am visiting some prison with three associates. We are sitting at a table in what looks like a prison guard break room. A guard is standing to the right of the main entrance that opens to the heart of the facility.

All of a sudden an inmate bursts into the room with a crudely made rifle! The guard grabs the end of the barrel in an attempt to wrestle it from him. The inmate shoots him in the stomach and the guard falls with a thud to the floor. My colleagues and I just calmly continue our conversation and the angry inmate sits down at the table and glares at us.

The next instant, I am in another area of the prison, I can see an indoor basket ball court. One side of the room is for the guards and the other for the prisoners. A chain link fence topped with razor wire separates them. I am on the guard side. I have a ladder. I have decided I want out of this place and I am not going to wait to be escorted out. I use the ladder to reach a narrow window near the ceiling. I reach the window and wake up from the dream.

Often I feel like a prisoner to circumstances in my everyday life and want to desperately break free of the demands for my money, and my time.   My brother was in prison for two years and every couple of months they would move him to a new facility. He is out now. He still lives like a prisoner in his mind. I am very empathetic to his pain and stress. My own psyche is contaminated by it. I moved away to another city to start a new life with my wife. Time to time the memories and emotions resurface to my conscious awareness. The unconscious wants me to not forget. I suppose I am must learn and grow from all of this and transform my life in some new way. The unconscious is a brutal boot camp drill sergeant.

Apparently karma demands I learn my lesson in order to earn my peace of mind? Oh, bloody hell! Interesting that the death of the guard has no emotional impact on me and my friends. Odd that the prisoner does not kill us or take us hostage. Well, true psychopaths always do odd things. However, the behavior of my associates and I is even more bizarre. Perhaps it is how my mind is choosing to cope with this violent incident?

I notice I wake up before I can make good on an escape. Does some dark twisted side of my persona enjoy this crap? Am I afraid of freedom? Oh man! That is just a weird thought! This dream is just messing with my head big time. I will now do this like my dream self does and escape any further contemplation about it today and close this blog entry now.