I had a dream in which for some reason or another I had to go to jail. while there I was introduced to Clarence 13X, who turned out to be a fairly deisel fellow with a short conk hairdo.

Clarence was seated on a toilet seat and I felt bad in introducing myelf to him in such a situation. I said "Peace, god." as he shook my hand, that phrase sounding dumb even to myself in the dream. Clarence was surrounded by members of the prison office staff, all of them seated together at small wooden tables talking amongst themselves quietly. None of them seemed to be wary of their safety as members of the general prison population were walking by or just lingering about in close proximity to them with no sign of gaurds anywhere in sight. In fact this scene seemed more like a cafeteria than a prison, and this made me really nervous. I was expecting a prison riot to break out at any moment with the prisoners taking these care free members of the staff as their first hostages.

I had no desire to be involved in a riot so I made my way away from Clarence and these office workers to my bedroom within the prison where two double size beds occupied the room, on one of which lay my grandmother. I addressed her by my aunt's name and she laughed at me for this mistake. Not being able to recall what my grandmother's name was, I simply kissed her on her cheek and said "Goodbye, old woman. I have to leave. I have a show". She laughed again.

I gathered my things and went to see the warden. She was a blonde woman in her late thirties. I explained that I had to leave prison so I could perform a plastic little show later on that night. She thanked me for serving my time, which was only a day and gave me permission to leave the prison.