I dreamed last night that the guards came and woke me up, here on Federal death row, and told me I had an attorney visit (which is very common for death row prisoners, though I've never had one). So I got up, put on my "visiting shirt" (which I keep pressed and hanging neatly in the back of my locker, just in case I ever do get a visit). Oddly, the shirt was a somewhat worn silk shirt with a detailed floral pattern, instead of the cotton short sleave khak it is in reality. But, of course, in the dream this seemed "normal".
After some trouble with buttoning up the shirt (I couldn't seem to focus enough on the buttons, typical dream shit), the guards chained me up and escorted me to the visiting area. At one point (a minor detail) I had trouble squeezing UNDER a large security door that was closing down on me very slowly. The guards had to pull me through. Then they took me to the visiting area and told me to go in by myself.
I had to pass through some sort of private office with walls of half-glass in order to get to the visiting room which I could see through the windows. There were a lot of other people around, both in the office and visiting area. When I entered the visiting room a short "lawyer-like" man in a suit approached me and said he was my attorney. He told me that I was being transfered to another "program" / prison so I could take court ordered classes. In the dream I recalled having heard about the "program". It was a controversal low-security training program with extremely strict rules that few prisoners could tolerate. I recalled rumors about brainwashing and severe discipline. But, I thought it might be something I could manipulate to some advantage, so I agreed to do the transer. The lawyer told me to wait in the visiting room and I would be transfered shortly.
Immediately after the lawyer left two "inmates", obviously from the program, wearing "Russian" long coats and "commie" hats (black fur stove-pipes), approached me and very cordially introduced themselves. Then they left and told me to wait for them to come get me for the program.
I waited a long time (it seemed) and was starting to worry that something had gone wrong with the transfer, when they finally returned and escorted me to the program compound.
At this juncture in the dream I suddenly became "aware" of some other prisoners, and a dog (German Shepherd) who were trying to escape the compound by climbing over a tall wall topped with acid-poisoned razor wire. I'm not sure how this sequence fit into the dream, nor even if the escaping prisoners were successful or not (they made it over the top of the wall, with the dog, but that was all I "saw"). I'm not even clear if the scene was past, present, or future, though it seemed like some sort of "warning".
Then I was in the compound. I was in a large group of new recruits. We were all just teenagers, and we were being prepared (given uniforms and weapons) to fight another group of recruits... to the death, by means of conventional urban warfare.
