What I Dream About in Prison
By NY prison inmate Jon Fontaine
Most of my dreams are about people, places and things from age 17 and before. Is it my subconscious recognizing that everything after that period is when my life went off the rails? When I stop and think about it, I feel like I went from high school to jail at age 17, jail to prison a few months later at 18, and I’m just starting to come up for air at 34. Everything in between is a blur.
Everything before jail and prison comes back to me at night.
Last night, I dreamt about a cat we had when I was growing up. I told the cat (in my dream), “Damn, you must be 25 years old.”
The night before, I dreamt about my brother and me having bunk beds in the late 80’s. It’s something I don’t think I’ve thought of in 25 years.
I dream about people I knew in middle school and high school. I wake up thinking — I forgot all about so-n-so.
Does Meghan remember we “went out” for a week or two in 7th grade? I remember, but only because of my dreams.
Does Colin remember catching fireflies behind his house? Does Jennifer remember hanging out at my house after school?
It all comes back to me when I sleep — people, places and things.
There’s no stimulation for my mind in here. I guess my mind makes up for it in my dreams. So long ago, but so vivid in my dreams; I wake up feeling like I just returned from traveling back in time.
If it was only that easy…
Originally published at A Jacket off the Gorge Book, Plus Prison Reform News.