Monday, July 12th, 2010

Fragment of the dream I had last night:

I was in prison. It was a pretty nice prison, too, a two-story half-timbered cottage on an acre or two of land in a nice neighborhood. I would go so far as to say it was a desirable prison to have in your neighborhood, if you had to have one just down the block, and maybe even if you didn’t.

We, the prisoners, were planning a block party, a really big one. We planned to set up lots of picnic tables on our wide-open lawn with umbrellas and tents for shade, and we invited all our neighbors to come to the party in the hopes that they wouldn’t call the cops about the noise if they were there contributing to it.

When they heard about the party, though, more than a few of the neighbors were a little pissed off at the warden for even thinking about letting the prisoners have a party right out on the street where just anybody could see them, and there was a big stink about it in the news. Prisoners weren’t supposed to party, the pundits said. They were in prison to be punished! What’s the world coming to when we let our prisoners organize a block party so everyone can have fun?

All this was academic to me. I was a prisoner because I’d done something really bad. I couldn’t remember what it was, but I knew it was so bad that they weren’t going to let me out for the party, even though all the other prisoners would be allowed out. Under the circumstances I didn’t much care whether or not we were going to have a party. Can you blame me?

I wrote stories for the prison newspaper, so the warden asked me to write something that would calm everyone down enough for us to have the party. I said I’d get right on that, sure, but first I’d have to excuse myself to go to the bathroom.

I sat in there for a long time, staring out the window at the other prisoners relaxing on the lawn, and I got to thinking maybe this wasn’t such a raw deal after all. I had the bright idea that, maybe if I wrote something that really could calm everyone down they’d let me out, and that’s when I woke up to make a real trip to the toilet. I’ll never find out whether or not we got to have the party.

Block Party | 3:01 pm CDT
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