Two Dreams
Incarceration and Liberation
SA
6/17/20262 min read
Two Dreams.
This dream took place two nights before my grandson was to be transported to a prison to begin serving a sentence of 15 to 40 years. His crime was an alleged car theft during which someone unfortunately lost their life. He was set-up by a "friend" he was trying to help. The prosecutor lied consistently throughout the 3 years that he had been held, postponing the proceedings as much as she could. I had attended the trial. The jury acquitted him of five counts of wrongdoing, but pronounced him guilty of one charge. It was within the judge's power to release him for time served. In the dream, I was a rookie turnkey at a correctional facility. It may have been my first day after graduating from the academy. I had on a uniform. My partner, a veteran, was instructing me in how to process a new "fish" in. I knew the new person. I had been following his trial, we were close friends or maybe family. It was time for his arrival at our facility. We tracked his bus-trip and his walk to the building via the security camera monitors that surrounded us in the small receiving room. As we waited, my partner and I ran all the preliminary checks. This was my first new inmate, we wanted everything to go well. When he arrived, I handled everything - I.D., fingerprinting, moving him through the process.
It was Halloween. All the children were trick-or-treating. The street was dark, but lights shone from windows and doors, and the mood was fun. We, a group of initiates, were watching some children that were in our care. We had explained to them that just as each house had a light, so each of them had a light within, and that the light within was their power. Before we sent them outside, we challenged each child to be prepared to tell, upon their return, what their experiences were. We meditated as a group before they left, visualizing themselves filled with light and holding on to the light as they went from house to house trick-or-treating. Some saw themselves healed of illness, some saw themselves stronger, some saw themselves getting lots of goodies and candy. Then they went out in their costumes and trick-or-treat bags. Some of us older ones went upstairs and looked out a window that gave us a view of the street. We saw our children cross the street and knock on the door of the first house they came to. We wondered if they would return with their inner light intact. There was one particular child who was having trouble holding on to his light, but we who stayed behind sent him energy and encouragement - reminders that he had a light to shine. The children all made it back to us, filled with excitement and stories to tell.
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