Every inmate is making use of their sanctioned recreation time. Some guys are practising karate kata. Some guys play board games in the open air. Others throw a ball back and forth.
I weave my way through them all, because I just want to meditate in my cell.
In a courtyard, behind a wall, the female prisoners are jogging the perimeter, except for one. She is walking directly up the side of a stone building, evidently having realized that this is a dream.
Seeing her reminds me that this is a dream, too.
When she reaches a ledge high above us, she sits, swinging her legs, as if she didn't get up there by walking vertically up the face of a building.
None of the male prisoners have noticed her.
A couple of minutes later, all the women are sitting on the ledge in baggy grey tracksuits, looking out over the rest of the prison.
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