Prison Dream

Last night I watched my favorite BBC drama Cold Case and then I dreamt I was in prison in NYC for going 15 dollars over my credit limit on my credit card. When I got there I saw three artist friends in my bunker wearing orange jump suits. I missed my dog but I saw other people had their dogs. They told me to read young adult books because the Judge loves young adult books and I can go home in a few days. I was hungry but I had no money to buy prison meals. They offered me a job in the kitchen where I could probably find something to eat. But I decided not to take it. Instead, I wanted to stare into space or read and write.