Today's post is about a dream in jail.
The dream starts with me in jail with a notebook writing something. The walls seem to be dark grayish in color. The bed on which I was sitting sideways facing towards the wall was placed to the right. Towards my right, there was a small window or iron bars which was about 15" to 20" inches diagonally. To my left was the iron bars of the jail. The jail was quite spacious.
I see a man with white dress and blackish gray trousers entering the jail. The person has a similarity with a don from Middle East. So, I instantly recognize him. He is quite soft spoken and isn't commanding. He speaks to me that I had written a novel wherein a wanted convict who is into good path gets convicted and sent to the jail. The convict escapes the jail by reading and finding the jail to be the same one as that of novel.
So, the don tells me that he had read the book half just before he was arrested and would like me to complete the story. He also enquires whether the story is true or not. I reply him that I am not sure about how true the story was but I had conjured it out of my imagination.
The next moment I see that he has escaped leaving the bars open for me.
The dream starts with me in jail with a notebook writing something. The walls seem to be dark grayish in color. The bed on which I was sitting sideways facing towards the wall was placed to the right. Towards my right, there was a small window or iron bars which was about 15" to 20" inches diagonally. To my left was the iron bars of the jail. The jail was quite spacious.
I see a man with white dress and blackish gray trousers entering the jail. The person has a similarity with a don from Middle East. So, I instantly recognize him. He is quite soft spoken and isn't commanding. He speaks to me that I had written a novel wherein a wanted convict who is into good path gets convicted and sent to the jail. The convict escapes the jail by reading and finding the jail to be the same one as that of novel.
So, the don tells me that he had read the book half just before he was arrested and would like me to complete the story. He also enquires whether the story is true or not. I reply him that I am not sure about how true the story was but I had conjured it out of my imagination.
The next moment I see that he has escaped leaving the bars open for me.
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