Monday, April 21, 2003

Last night

I am a prison guard in this 2 part dream. The prison resembles the prison in Mafia: The City of Lost Heaven (if you haven't played this game, you are REALLY missing out).

Part 1. The bald soccer hooligan from last week's Fastlane was in a cell beating up a youngster from the latin mob. He aims to kill him. I shoot through bars and hit him in the shoulder, he looks at me like "what are you doing?", then continues beating the latino kid on the ground. My second shot goes straight into his head and he falls back onto the prison cot.

Part 2. I'm wandering through this prison, half-awake, taking in all the small details. The darkness of the corridors, the requisite puddles of water on the concrete floor, maze-like passages, ...I'm a little scared that so many prisoners seem to be walking around freely. I walk outside where I feel safer because it is daylight. It becomes obvious that this is a poorly run prison, corrupt even. Prisoners come and go. Guards usher in prostitutes for the convicted. I make a mental comment about how guards and prisoners must develop a kin-ship when confined together. I walk near the front gate and notice a dark-haired prisoner walking in from the outside. I follow him inside the main prison building, which looks like a courthouse lobby, ...tall ceilings, marble floors, benches along the wall for the long wait of bureaucracy. He walks into a men's restroom only be be confronted by 3 officers walking out. One of them is the warden. Before the prisoner can run, he is grabbed, slammed against the wall, and dragged into the rest room. The warden yells for me to clear the lobby, which I do. As I usher the families of the convicted to an adjacent hallway, I can hear the prisoner getting severely beaten. When they are finished, the warden comes out and tells me I did a good job. I thank him for the compliment and walk away as the two remaining officers drag the non-moving body out of the rest room and down the hall.