She lay in bed in the world of reality and physical existence but in her mind she were somewhere else; the world of dreams and fiction. A cruel
place, whether or not the dream is good. You may find yourself being chased by a great bear or you may find yourself famous and happy. But whichever you
dream of, they are both cruel in their own ways.
This particular dream had been squirming its way into the young woman's subconscious for months yet she knew nothing of its purpose. Was it meant to
teach? Was it meant to warn? Was is meant to confuse?
Still wearing her night clothes, she stood at the end of a path just outside a wicked and sharp forest, barefoot. There was not a single scratch or speck of
mud on her, despite her short cotton nightdress and the slimy mud ahead of her. She appeared calm and collected, as if she knew exactly where she was
going. Not even she knew what was going on inside her head.
She began to walk forward. Away from the forest and its spindly. trees but towards the prison ahead. It was not an ordinary prison; no security
surrounding the areas; nor were there any big doors with big locks. It was simply a stone hut with cages on either side and two open walls.
As she approached the prison, the moans and groans of the prisoners filled her ears but their cries for help did not affect her and so she continued
onwards. She reached the entrance. For anyone not under the trance she was in, the sounds of over a hundred people, crammed into a line of barred cells.
Some were sobbing, some were screaming like madmen. Anyone not under the woman's trance wouldn't be able to bear the heartbreaking sounds and the
mere volume of them.
She stepped forward into the prison and in that very second, everything went black.