Jan. 14, 2013

Current.

Dream: I'm in a prison. I share a cell with one other person.
Some tough guys come up to me. They want me to join their gang. They say that for my own safety I should join one of the gangs.
I tell them that I am here only a short time. I expect to get out soon.
I'm not sure if I should resist joining or what. Or maybe I could join but not participate in anything bad.
I remember the adage from a Course in Miracles, that "in my defenselessness lies my strength."

I'm milling about the prison with other guys. I ask another inmate what he thinks I should do.
I explain to him I expect to get out soon. The inmate points to an area beneath a concrete bridge and tells me this is where the thugs burned his girlfriend alive. I tell him that the body can die, but that the soul is eternal.
I tell him his girlfriend was probably glad to get out of the body and return to spirit.
The man's mouth is open as if in a silent scream. I see all his teeth are capped and seem somehow hollow.
I know this guy is also a member of a gang, but I pretend not to know.
I never get an answer from him, but he does seem comforted by my words.

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This is yet another of a long series of dreams about being in prison.
I suspect it refers to my perception that the Earth is a very dense planet, like a prison,
and reflects my desire to ascend somehow.