12 Years in Prison?

My dream started off in a bus with Veena and Sreng. The bus arrived at the Airport, to take me to prison! It all felt very sudden for me, I had known about it for a week or so now, but really just ignored it. Now, it was all real, and my last few days of freedom were over. I felt like it was all a dream, it could be really happening to me (ironic eh?). I started crying when I said by to them, and Veena said “you're crying?” I said to her: “well ya, I’m going to be there for a long long time.” I got off the bus and went into the airport alone. There I saw some familiar faces from school. They were all excited because they were taking fun trips to fancy places. They asked me where I was headed to, and I told them prison. "Brutal eh?," I said to them. I felt like a loser, they'd all be successful by the time I got out, and 12 years of my life would be wasted. Totally wasted, that's what bothered me the most.
I remember taking out all my personal belongings and placing them on this glass platform, while I spoke to a couple from school. I don’t remember what all the stuff was, but they were things that meant something to me, that were given to me, or things that I made. I told the couple to leave the stuff here; I thought it would be funny for the next person to pass by and see it all, wondering whose it was. They said okay, and I left.
Somewhere in the airport, I thought... “Oh my god, I’m still scheduled to work next week, I never told them!” In my dream, it was the same day as today, so I knew my real life schedule for next week. I never had a chance to phone though, but did it really matter? I was going to be in prison for 12 years.
I took the trip to the prison, and arrived a some sort of forest area. My “cell” had a thatch roof, and was a big circlar room. From the windows all around me, I could see naked guys standing outside, who where either keeping guard or just fellow prisoners. I think they were prisoners, because I felt that I would be doing the same thing soon.
At this point I woke up because I had to pee. But, when I fell back asleep, the dream continued...
Now, I was in a totally different setting. The I was now a prisoner in my own home, the family room in our basement to be exact. It looked different though, with a huge opening to the outside on one side, and windows at the top of the wall. I remember thinking, “okay one hour down, now just the rest of the 12 years to ago. Maybe if I’m really nice I can get out in 8?” I also couldn’t remember what I had done to get to prison. I knew it was murder, but I didn’t remember doing anything. There was a woman outside watching me, making sure that I stayed put. At one point I left and went outside. My house was in a downtown area, and I went into a large building. I went up a few floors and went down a corridor. I passed a lady on my right who was sitting at a desk. She called me back, and I realised it was the woman who interviewed me last week for a job. “I recognised you too she said.” Over her shoulder, sitting on the floor I could see an old high school friend, Ben. I waven hi to him, and then turned my attention back to the woman. “Hi .......(insert wrong name here)......I mean, Gina! How are things going with the position search?” “Oh, I’m still looking, I’ll let you know”. All I kept thinking about was getting the job, and hopefully getting out of jail. Would this be possible I thought? I didn’t tell her that I was in jail. I think it was at this time that I went into a washroom, and peed at a urinal. Some guy stood next to me and started speaking. He asked me if I wanted to smoke pot with him. I told him no, knowing that I wasn’t allowed, and that the guard would probably smell it on me.
I left, and went back to my home. Well, it wasn’t really my home, it looked like a downtown building. I went in through a different door, and downstairs to the dark prison room. I made sure to be seen by the woman. “Where did you go?” “Oh, just upstairs to get something...” Then I saw a computer sitting near by. “Hey, can I use the computer? I trade stocks.” “As your job?” “Ya,” I told her. “I don’t know, I’ll have to ask.” Fear ran through me thinking of where my stocks would be in 12 years. They’d probably be better off than if I was left to manage, I thought.
I looked at the time, and now a few hours had passed. What the hell am I supposed to do here for all this time? I kept the thought that I could get out early if I was good.
Then I spoke to my dad. I told him to get a lawyer, and see if they could appeal. “appeal?” he said to me. “Ya, check things out, try to get me out of here”.
Later, it got cold, and snow started blowing through the hole. I ran up to block it, and the woman came “where are you going, stay put.” I told her I was just trying to block the snow from coming in.
I woke up again from this dream, and was very happy to know that I wasn’t going to prison for something I didn’t do.

Escaping the U.S... in the future.

Just got back from seeing Snakes on a Plane with a friend. It was pretty good, my friend said it was alright as well. Entertaining times. We also went to Applebees, and had some great food. I didn't get the blondie again, but he did. I just got spinach dip.

I had the craziest dream last night. It took place in the future, buildings were tall, and mechanical things were everywhere. It started off with me hearing about a terrorist attack and how it wasn't the typical stereotypical thing (ie-middle eastern guys) "they come in all types. These three guys were white, with suits and ties" was what I heard. I could then see the scene, which had been taped by surveillance. Three guys in white shirts had metal packs strapped onto their chest, that allowed them to shoot large flames of fire. They were setting a whole area on fire. It was all boxes or something, like storage. They were doing huge damage, but the area was soooo large, that it was just a small amount of damage overall. I was suddenly there at the scene, watching them in between the rows and rows of stuff that they were lighting up. I thought to myself that I should leave, just in case. I heard sirens coming, and I began to jog. I knew that it would look suspicious for me being there, so I planned to tell the cops that I was just out on a jog. Cops ended up swarming me, in the air (they were flying robot or people things) and on the ground (in futuristic motorcycle things). I told them that I was just jogging through, but they didn't buy it, to them I was a terrorist. They took me to the jail, or whatever it was and put me in a small circular room that had next to no lights. I was interrogated there by two men, one short white guy, and another black guy (I think, or he just stayed in the shadows). I remember them spinning around me, I couldn't see them. I was disoriented, and they tortured me psychologically and maybe physically (I can't remember all the details.). {edit} It was weird. Somewhere along all this, I got away, and had on cool shoes that allowed me to jump 100's of meters into the air. I was jumping from building to building, making my way up. They were really really tall, and each had huge balconies going around each floor. They were also futuristic people wearing bright clothing on each level. The people were weird though, almost like they didn't speak my language or something. Basically, they were not on my side. This was also the US, not Canada. It was also a beautiful day out. All the time that I was making these jumps, the authorities were hot on my ass. I think I was eventually caught again and brought back to the room. The next thing I remember was that I had gotten free, and was running to get to the Canadian border crossing. It was in a building, and looked like an airport. I had to go up two escalators, all the while being chased. I remember that I didn't want to even look back, I had no time to spare. I finally made it to the metal detector, and pushed through everyone and passed into Canada. It was now modern day, and the Canadians were normal (I remember being happy that they spoke, and could understand me). I was so happy that I actually woke up!

I then had a short dream of 9inch making me laugh by joking that she is taller than her bro. I wont even describe that one, but it made me laugh like crazy!