Serene

When I was in 3rd grade I had what I call a dream lesson about jail. The Voice was telling me what will happen to people that don't follow the rules and I was teleported inside a jail and I was flying down the isle between the cells as if floating on the ceiling and I saw the men in prison screaming and yelling from their cells at the guards. They were wearing orange and yet back then in my mind people in jail wore black and white stripes. I saw the face of a man that had sores all over his face and looked like a skeleton monster to me. He looked right at me up close and I woke up. I knew I never ever wanted to go to jail. Last night I had the same dream....but it was my little brother as the man I saw. I asked if this was the same dream I had as a child? I didn't hear an answer, I just knew it was. I didn't really need to ask. My little brother has been in jail most of his adult life and was in and out of detention at 14 years old. Last I heard he was an indigent in Miami somewhere. I looked up his latest mugshot 1/2016 and he looks like the monster I saw in jail. Now I am curious if he is in jail again or even still alive.