The following is an actual dream included in my dream journal, and does not describe actual facts
Dream of:04 November 1987 (2) "Tired Old Man"
I was in a prison cell with four or five other people. Apparently I had murdered someone. My sentence hadn't yet been passed, but I would probably be given a life sentence. I was lying on a bed and was talking with the other people about my situation. I was upset because I had been in jail before and the idea of being here again was very unpleasant. But it looked as if I were going to be here.
I mentioned that it was possible that I might not be given a life sentence and might only be given 20 years. I thought I would be able to be released after having served a third of my sentence and possibly might even be able to get out after having served even less that a third. I figured I should do some legal research on the subject and I asked if there was a pretty good law library in the prison. The others seemed to think that there was.
I had temporarily been let out of jail and was riding along in the back seat of a car. Ronald Reagan and Nancy Reagan were in the front seat of the car. I wasn't exactly sure why I was with them, but we continued along for a couple hours.
Finally Ronald was in the back seat with me. He had a little boy (about 2 years old) with him. The boy was Reagan's grandson. The boy had dirt all over him and on his face, and he got dirt on Reagan. Reagan fed the child some cake and some pop.
It occurred to me that Reagan could help me get out of jail if I would befriend him. With me I had a thick book all about Reagan. I leafed through it. But Reagan didn't seem interested in talking about anything with me.
Finally Nancy, still in the front seat, turned around, looked at me and asked me about the homosexuals in prison. I explained to her that I had been in prison once before and I had never had any encounters with homosexuals in prison. I had never even been approached by a homosexual in prison. I had heard that that kind of activity occurred. I told her it might sound surprising to her that I had never had any homosexual encounters in prison. She said she wasn't surprised because she thought prisons had changed.
I then told her that the first time I had been in prison was inIran and I had been there for eight months. This time I had only been in prison for two days so far.
I seemed to be talking very articulately and Nancy seemed to be impressed as she listened to me. Finally she turned back around and I once again began watching Ronald. I leafed through the book again hoping I might be able to talk to Reagan and befriend him in some way. But I didn't know what to say to him.
I saw a chapter in the book about Reagan's attitudes on abortion. I knew he was against abortion. I felt like saying, "I'm against abortion" just to get on his good side. But I thought he might be able to check that out and find out that wasn't true.
I also thought about telling him that I had voted for him. But I thought he had the power to send someone out to check in the records to find that that wasn't true.
I realized he had so much power, but he didn't seem interested in using it. He just seemed like a tired old man only interested in playing with his grandchild.
We then passed the prison and I saw how dismal it looked. I knew I was going to have to return there and it was difficult to believe I was going to have to be spending all that time in that prison.
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