Prison Stories - Sweet Dreams (new)
October 11th 2006 13:24
STORY BLOCK (Rated R - some violence and sex)
SWEET DREAMS
by
Cathy Jourdan
Inmate Bob Connelly hit the floor with a thud. He knew he had better lay still or they might try to beat him down some more. The heavy metal door of the isolation cell slammed shut. Slowly, Connelly crawled up onto the stainless steel bunk. He really hadn’t meant to get himself thrown out of the boot camp program, but he could only take so much abuse. Now, he was looking at being away from his wife for two years. He felt sick inside. He didn’t know how he could survive in prison. And being in isolation was beyond anything he had ever imagined.
Looking around the empty room, he wondered how many minutes had passed. They had taken his watch when they brought him down to the cell, now he felt lost without it. The officer who transported him had told him that he would probably be in isolation for four weeks. A person could go crazy being locked up like this. He felt like an animal in a cage. He shook his head and looked at his naked wrist again. Damn, it felt like hours had gone by. Christ, now he had to tell Maryanne that he wouldn’t be coming home. He didn’t know how well she would handle it or if she could. How would he maintain his own sanity?
The thought of Maryanne brought tears to his eyes. He loved her so much! He would never forget the day he met her. It was like a fairy tale with a happy ending. He had been out picking up some groceries for his mother when he met her. As he loaded his groceries on the checkout counter, he saw her. She had the most intense blue eyes he had ever seen. Her clear complexion and perfect teeth glowed when she smiled and asked him if he had any coupons. He fell in love with her that instant and within six months she agreed to be his wife. After ten years of marriage, he still felt the intensity of their first meeting. She was kind and gentle and very funny. He laughed out loud as he remembered her saying one day that her wish was to die making love to him.
Bob’s thoughts were interrupted by a loud banging on the door. “Hey, dude...ya want something to read?” the voice called out.
Bob went to the door and shouted, “Yes, please!”
The small window on the door slid open. Bob could see another inmate on the other side.
“What’cha want?” the slightly effeminate man asked.
“What do you have?”
“Oh...God...all right, I got War and Peace...but you probably won’t be down here long enough to read that.” The inmate stooped down like a woman, to check the books on the cart. “If you’re a macho man, I got something about Nascar racing...and I got a couple of mysteries...hmm.” The inmate picked up a book and looked at it as he continued, “Maybe this one will interest you...it’s some off the wall book about positive thinking and dreams...looks like some cult book or something.” The inmate looked up at Bob. “I got Bibles here, too.”
“Let me see the one you’re holding.”
The inmate stood up and handed the book through the window. “I thought so.” He smiled at Bob. “By the way, my name is West...but my friends call me Tiger. I’ll be delivering your food and books and anything else you may need...if you get my drift.”
Bob smiled and glanced back at the book. “I’m Bob.”
Tiger put his face right up to the window, “So, big Bob, do you want that book or not. I’m a busy person and I’ve got lots of people to see.”
“Yeah, I’ll take this one, thanks.”
Tiger began to slide the window closed, “Okie dokie, see ya.” The window slammed shut.
Bob laid back down on the bunk. He flipped through the book and then went back to the beginning and began to read. He read several pages and then went back and read them again. Wow, this says that one can transport themself from one place to another just by thinking about it. Bob turned the pages back and read them again and then foraged forward reading every single word.
He didn’t know how long he had been reading when his window slid open. It was Tiger.
“Dinner time, big Bob...come and get it.”
Bob rubbed his eyes and set the book down. Stretching his neck a little, he got up and went to the window. Tiger slid a tray through to him.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.” Tiger said as he closed the window.
Bob took his tray to the bed and ate as he continued reading. He was totally engrossed in the concept. The author said that if you concentrate hard enough, you have the power to move things, including yourself. The book went on to tell about people in India who walked on hot coals by focusing their mind on ice. The author said that after ten minutes on the coals, there was no evidence of burns on their feet. Toward the end of the book, there were mental exercises and a disclaimer saying that they didn’t guarantee results and that it would take some people more time than others to gain these mental skills. Well...I got nothing but time. I’m gonna do it.
Bob put his tray back on the window sill and sat down on the floor next to his bunk. He found the pages with the exercises and began with a simple breathing techniques. After several tries, he felt a little dizzy. Maybe he had hyperventilated. He laid down on his bunk and fell asleep.
Continued tomorrow.
***Note, if you like what you're seeing, I just wanted to let you know the best is yet to come.......
SWEET DREAMS
by
Cathy Jourdan
Inmate Bob Connelly hit the floor with a thud. He knew he had better lay still or they might try to beat him down some more. The heavy metal door of the isolation cell slammed shut. Slowly, Connelly crawled up onto the stainless steel bunk. He really hadn’t meant to get himself thrown out of the boot camp program, but he could only take so much abuse. Now, he was looking at being away from his wife for two years. He felt sick inside. He didn’t know how he could survive in prison. And being in isolation was beyond anything he had ever imagined.
Looking around the empty room, he wondered how many minutes had passed. They had taken his watch when they brought him down to the cell, now he felt lost without it. The officer who transported him had told him that he would probably be in isolation for four weeks. A person could go crazy being locked up like this. He felt like an animal in a cage. He shook his head and looked at his naked wrist again. Damn, it felt like hours had gone by. Christ, now he had to tell Maryanne that he wouldn’t be coming home. He didn’t know how well she would handle it or if she could. How would he maintain his own sanity?
The thought of Maryanne brought tears to his eyes. He loved her so much! He would never forget the day he met her. It was like a fairy tale with a happy ending. He had been out picking up some groceries for his mother when he met her. As he loaded his groceries on the checkout counter, he saw her. She had the most intense blue eyes he had ever seen. Her clear complexion and perfect teeth glowed when she smiled and asked him if he had any coupons. He fell in love with her that instant and within six months she agreed to be his wife. After ten years of marriage, he still felt the intensity of their first meeting. She was kind and gentle and very funny. He laughed out loud as he remembered her saying one day that her wish was to die making love to him.
Bob’s thoughts were interrupted by a loud banging on the door. “Hey, dude...ya want something to read?” the voice called out.
Bob went to the door and shouted, “Yes, please!”
The small window on the door slid open. Bob could see another inmate on the other side.
“What’cha want?” the slightly effeminate man asked.
“What do you have?”
“Oh...God...all right, I got War and Peace...but you probably won’t be down here long enough to read that.” The inmate stooped down like a woman, to check the books on the cart. “If you’re a macho man, I got something about Nascar racing...and I got a couple of mysteries...hmm.” The inmate picked up a book and looked at it as he continued, “Maybe this one will interest you...it’s some off the wall book about positive thinking and dreams...looks like some cult book or something.” The inmate looked up at Bob. “I got Bibles here, too.”
“Let me see the one you’re holding.”
The inmate stood up and handed the book through the window. “I thought so.” He smiled at Bob. “By the way, my name is West...but my friends call me Tiger. I’ll be delivering your food and books and anything else you may need...if you get my drift.”
Bob smiled and glanced back at the book. “I’m Bob.”
Tiger put his face right up to the window, “So, big Bob, do you want that book or not. I’m a busy person and I’ve got lots of people to see.”
“Yeah, I’ll take this one, thanks.”
Tiger began to slide the window closed, “Okie dokie, see ya.” The window slammed shut.
Bob laid back down on the bunk. He flipped through the book and then went back to the beginning and began to read. He read several pages and then went back and read them again. Wow, this says that one can transport themself from one place to another just by thinking about it. Bob turned the pages back and read them again and then foraged forward reading every single word.
He didn’t know how long he had been reading when his window slid open. It was Tiger.
“Dinner time, big Bob...come and get it.”
Bob rubbed his eyes and set the book down. Stretching his neck a little, he got up and went to the window. Tiger slid a tray through to him.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.” Tiger said as he closed the window.
Bob took his tray to the bed and ate as he continued reading. He was totally engrossed in the concept. The author said that if you concentrate hard enough, you have the power to move things, including yourself. The book went on to tell about people in India who walked on hot coals by focusing their mind on ice. The author said that after ten minutes on the coals, there was no evidence of burns on their feet. Toward the end of the book, there were mental exercises and a disclaimer saying that they didn’t guarantee results and that it would take some people more time than others to gain these mental skills. Well...I got nothing but time. I’m gonna do it.
Bob put his tray back on the window sill and sat down on the floor next to his bunk. He found the pages with the exercises and began with a simple breathing techniques. After several tries, he felt a little dizzy. Maybe he had hyperventilated. He laid down on his bunk and fell asleep.
Continued tomorrow.
***Note, if you like what you're seeing, I just wanted to let you know the best is yet to come.......
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