Prison, Recreation, Lucid

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.