powers can be exercised in reality as well as fantasy
I found myself again in prison in
(where I spent eight months for the crime of attempting to leave Iran without
paying import taxes on a Mercedes Benz which I had driven there in July 1978). I
was in the same prison, although it seemed different.
I occupied a bed in a long room containing about 20 other beds. I
discovered that Pat Tiahrt (an American in his early 20s who had been imprisoned
with me in Iran for the same crime) was still there and that he had been in
prison all this time. I also found a small book shelf with two
shelves of books, each shelf containing about 20 books.
I looked over the books, thinking that I would be there a long time
and that I would probably be reading all of them. Tiahrt said he had
already read them all.
I saw a thick paperback by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn and
I thought it probably dealt with the time when Solzhenitsyn had been in prison. When I asked Tiahrt if there were any books by Dostoievsky,
he pointed out one
thin hardback by Dostoievsky. He said that he had read it, but
that he hadn't liked it. Apparently he hadn't thought it made much
sense. I picked up the book and looked at it. I had never heard of that
particular book and I thought it must be one of his less important
ones, but I was sure I would be reading it.
I picked up another book written by a German philosopher
which I thought would be interesting and would take quite a while
to read. Another book which I thought I would enjoy was about the life of
Goethe. Still another book dealt with Canadian history. I thought
I would have time to learn as much as I could in prison.
I also saw a few comic books, a Superman among them. I
figured I would quickly read all the comics. I mused how I would become interested in the characters and want
to read more comics, but I wouldn't be able to
obtain any more.
I was surprised to see four or five young fellows (probably in their late teens) sitting on the floor. I quickly
realized they spoke English and I asked them what they were doing
there. Apparently they weren't prisoners, but were just visiting although I wasn't sure why.
I was feeling rather depressed since I didn't know how long
I would be there. I wasn't even sure how I came to be again in prison.
When I lay down on my bed, I looked at the neighboring bed
and was surprised to see Tiahrt lying there with several attractive women standing around him. The women were probably in their
late teens and had long black hair. What really surprised me was
that a couple of the women weren't wearing any pants and I could see
their black pubic hairs. It appeared the women had been
brought in for the sole purpose of having sex with the prisoners.
I was aroused, but I was unsure I would have sex with any of them.
I was afraid I might contract a disease. Still, they were very