Dreams

That night I dreamt of a garden in the middle of heaven. It was weird, like all was light and flowers and birds, and in the middle of that flora and fauna spoke a sweet woman's voice. It said to me; you have a gift, you can see people clearly. Use it. It will help you, everything will be allright. Then a small blue and yellow bird, a sort of hummingbird painted in pastels, stood on my hand which was filled with water, and drank from it and bathed in it. Then, it flew away into the garden. I woke up to the annoying kicks of the guard like every morning, but something happened in me, I was starting to shift my connection. I woke up and smiled at her and much to my surprise, she smiled back at me with the kindest expression I had seen in that shithole, ever.  
I took my time to get up and out of the cage. Sleeping on concrete is no small feat. Your bones start to mimic the concrete and turning into rock is painful. I walked outside and looked around at all the prisoners I was sharing my reality with, they were all smiling. It was weird. Did they give us some kind of tainted juice the night before? Why was everyone so fucking happy about being there, including me? I got my sandals on and went to the Jailbucks and got my morning chai as usual but my eyes saw things differently this morning, and things actually started responding back in kind. Change the way you look at things and the things you look at change. I sat in my chuckee sipping my chai and peacefully thinking about my dream. I was having a hard time knowing who to trust in there. But I did have a special ability, I could tell people's junk right away. It was something I always had. In fact my father would always want me to meet the new people he met before deciding to take on projects. He used to say; you have a knack for telling who's real and who's full of shit. And so I did. I can honestly say I knew we were gonna end up in a messed up situation months before it happened. But my partner didn't want to believe me so here we were. I guess I was so confused by everything that was going on that I had blurred vision but that dream helped me gain my focus again. Could I trust my Dolce Gabbana wearing lawyer? NO, said my gut. He was apparently trying to delay things so he could keep getting more rupees each week we were in there. I could sense he was in it with the other lawyers. It seemed awfully familiar, I'm from Mexico you must remember. We have one of the most corrupt legal systems on planet earth, so I knew the kind of people we were up against. It had nothing to do with weather we actually did something wrong or the shitty movie, or Evergreen herself. It had everything to do with how much money these assholes wanted to make off of us, or rather, how much they thought they could get from us. We were like a brand new ATM machine for them and that had to stop. But I couldn't talk to Mr. T. I had no way of communicating my thoughts to him before that nasty ass Dolce Gabbana wearing, henna hair commercial lawyer had his visit with him that week. I waited for Angeli to come in and requested a meeting with her. It was urgent that I got a letter to Mr T warning him about Henna Gabbana. So I sat there sipping tea and writing him a letter. Soon I would take the wheel on this lost tourist bus and whip that mother around in the right direction.