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Scene - Execution in a Big City
I attended a public execution located in a big city park. There was limited seating.
The park was set up with a big stage – like a concert stage. That's where the execution would take place. It was outside, and limited numbers of seats were placed up in the front viewing area. They were French upholstered seats with gold legs and arms. , not fold out chairs.
The woman being executed was black – but fair skinned (high yellow). I wasn't shocked about the execution, but couldn't remember the reason she was being executed. I was there, didn't have the credentials for a seat. I lied to get into the area. Only people who worked as social workers for the military or soldiers got seats. I saw a group of women I had worked with and went to see them. Since I had worked with them I thought I could pass myself off as one of them. I had a friendly conversation with them. We laughed and shared stories. After, went to find a seat in the third (fourth group) of seats. Front reserved for immediate family. The seats were organized second for social workers, third for soldiers and fourth for a mix of people. I found a seat there.
But I worried about what I would say if they asked why I was sitting in the reserved area. I thought up a lie that would tell. A man came by the seats and asked for everyone's affiliation. The social workers introduced themselves, then the soldiers, then he reached me and it went smoothly. I made a comment about working with the social workers and rather than actually lying, a conversation started and laughs/jokes were made about events that had taken place in the past with the women. So, I was allowed to stay.
The soldiers were from all different countries. They had on a variety of uniforms and spoke different languages. Sort of old style uniforms – dress uniforms of many different types and nationalities. It was a rowdy group.
I sat down and could see the stage from the distance. The woman was in a brown tunic and rope belt. It felt like a party/celebration atmosphere. Even the social workers were in a good mood. No one was worried about the woman or the seeing of this event.
I got up from my seat and turned around and looked back and around the outside of the seating area for a minute. When I turned back, still standing, that's when the execution took place.
There were purple lightening bolts that shot from her head. Her short hair stood up for a second or two. She slumped down in the huge wooden chair she was sitting on. A priest walked over to her and checked her. He unhinged the belts that were tying her to the chair. He lifted her from the chair. I walked closer to the stage to see her. She grunted when the man picked her up. She was limp, but I heard a grunt come from her mouth. Then I saw her turn her head. I knew she wasn't dead. I turned to the group of soldiers next to me on the right and said in French, "she's not dead." A French soldier replied, "But she got what was expected", or something to that context. I was amazed that they would take her away and she wouldn't be dead. Or that she survived the electricity.