I had a strange dream last night that I was a reporter who went undercover into a prison.
When I entered the prison, I was expecting to look down on the prisoners and be in full control of my circumstances – I could bail out if I needed to. Instead I found that an extraordinarily powerful gang controlled the prisons and that they could exert their strength outside of prison just as easily as inside. I quickly found myself at the bottom of the totem pole and in deep trouble. They demanded that I commit real crimes or they would harm me and those I loved. Things spiraled out of control from there.
Visiting Alcatraz and then reading a story about a reporter who went undercover as a guard at a prison must have gotten this on my mind.