Last night I was in jail, but it wasn't the typical lock up type place with rows of cells and lots of cramped up convicts. It was more like a high school setting.
There was a Japanese pop group that was coming to perform for us, and ease some of the tensions between the inmates, and I had planned to use the distraction to make my escape. I had enlisted the help of a Mexican gang to squirrel me away through a backstage/backdoor exit. They were going to come with me, and I had managed to prepare a safe house for us all to hide out in while things cooled off.
I had a folder full of maps and plans and such things.
It was almost time to make the escape when one of the Japanese singers came up to me to tell me that the gang members had decided I was too much of a liability and that they would be making the escape without me. She said that they may be heavily tattooed, but they weren't crazy or stupid. She was backing up from me as she said this, and I couldn't really hear her properly since she switched from Japanese to Spanish to English, and I was trying to catch her words. I was stepping forward as she stepped back, and I was obviously scaring her for some reason. She wanted me to give her my folder with the plans in it for the guys, who were basically ditching me.
I was like…fat chance bitches. I'm not giving you my plans so you can escape without me. And who's the liability here since this is all my idea to begin with. I felt like something was up, so I found a utility closet to hide in momentarily. I heard the music go on, and I made my escape without any help. I pretty much just walked out the back door. All the guards and inmates were busy jumping around to J-pop and giggling like little kids. As I was approaching my safe house, I thought of how strange all of that was.
Inside the safe house were loads of Christmas ornaments either waiting to go up, or maybe they were just taken down. I figured it'd be nice to have a bubblebath and a hot toddy to warm myself up. Then I woke up.