Social distance dream

Last night, I dreamt I was locked up in a minimum security prison for a petty crime of which I cannot recall. It may have been accidental theft (perhaps walking out of Whole Foods forgetting to pay for something). The prison was really was not that bad. The guys (yes, all male) were pretty easygoing. Everything including our clothes was gray. There wasn’t a lot of tension. Except with the warden. I was hoping to get early release for good behavior. And I really was behaving quite good. But the warden would not have it.

My biggest worry while serving my sentence was how little time I would have once I was released. And that I had missed my window of opportunity. In life.

One of those very literal dreams.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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