Description

I was with a troubled youth who had just gotten out of prison. Apparently, he had been there since he was like 3. We were on some sort of mission. He told me about a deal he had made with another criminal, and we found ourselves in front of a locker with a strange locking mechanism. For some reason, i was elected to crack the code. Luckily, i was able to crack it on the first try, although i attributed it partly to the fact that the lock was very worn, so i figured it would let anything that was close slide through. The kid got whatever he needed out of the locker, and we continued on our way. I believe we were sneaking through the jail, and we found what looked like a gift shop. I wondered what we could possibly be doing here when i saw a warden or something, and we both took off in the opposite direction. The warden stopped us and kicked us both out. I asked the kid what we were doing in there, and with tears in his eyes, he said, "I just want to go home!"

Comment

Sadly, the prison was the only home that boy ever knew.
There's a LOT of stuff left out here, and usually i don't bother to post dreams that i forget so much about, but this story was just so interesting to me that i thought i'd try to post it anyway.

Date of Dream

04/15/2008 12:35 AM

Analysis

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