There is a gate, with bars like a prison cell, covering up a alcove that is about the same width and height as a prison cell, except it is much, much deeper
There are people inside pushed up against the bars
There is a guard, guarding the cell that doesn't let people in or near the cell
I think that for whatever reason, I am allowed wherever I want to go, but i don't think the guard realises that. I'm not at all scared or intimated by the place. I feel like some type of official or inspector with authority there, if anything
I approach the bars of the cell to talk to people inside and he grabs me from behind and puts his weight on me to push me to the ground
It feels as though it's supposed to be impossible for anyone to get out of what he's doing
I push back against him to stand up while lifting his body-weight with me, but he is stronger than I though
I try again and this time it feels like i push through the bounds of reality, so that even though it is supposed to be impossible to lift his weight off (of) me, I do it fairly easily
I do more than just lift him, I push back against him and start crushing him against a wall using my own body weight
"Let go of me and I'll stop" I say to him
He doesn't let go
So I use my fingers to cut off blood circulation in the right shoulder of his arm grabbing me from behind
I become aware, while I'm doing it, that it is almost identical to what the Police Officer in Adelaide River did to me when he assaulted me, cutting off the blood circulation to my left arm
Except in defending myself here, I'm not assaulting someone who isn't resisting, while the are cuffed
"Let go of me and I'll stop" I say to him again and this time he lets go of me
So I stop crushing him and let out from between me and the wall
Then he allows me access to the cells
The bars on the front seem to disappear
I am there to try help with something
"Excuse the smell" he says to me "It's pancreatic cancer"
I wasn't aware that pancreatic cancer had a discernable smell, but regardless I could not smell anything
Though the floors in the room are covered in a strange black flesh-like substance
Perhaps we are physically inside a body near the pancreas and that's we able to smell it?
I try lighting a big circle of candles
A woman, who I sense has been following me this whole time, states that she is going to the shops and asks if anyone wants anything
The guard, who seems to be the boss now (the Devil?) is watching me try to light the candles, almost hopefully
He tells her to buy another cigarette lighter, because he's pretty much used all hers
I assume I am using her lighter to try light the candles
The strange thing here, is that until he mentioned the she need buy another lighter, it didn't seem to be a problem
I wasn't aware that there was a lighter, or that it was hers, or that it might run out of gas
I was barely aware that there was a lighter, full-stop. Except for being aware that it as getting hot and I would need to give the flame a rest for a little to let it cool down
But it was more than just being made aware, because the second they mentioned needing another lighter, the lighter began to die
It felt to me almost like they had killed the lighter, by saying they needed a new one
I ignored all of this, did the opposite and kept using the lighter as if it were working
And it kept working
But the candles wouldn't light. No matter what I did
They would burn for a second, then go out, even though there seemed to be absolutely no reason why it should be happening
I look up at a air vent in the roof
Maybe it's blowing wind? But that doesn't seem logical because the flames aren't flickering, they are just burning out
The devil guard watched me intently while I tried fix the problem
All the people who were in the room have disappeared outside while there are no bars, but I get the feeling they are still close by
There was no reason they should be going out like this, if anything the air should be making them burn better
I realise the problem might be that there is a lack of oxygen in the air. The room isn't oxygen-rich enough for a fire to burn
In fact, I'm almost certain that is the problem
"There's not enough oxygen in the room" I say and move the candles out of the path of the air vent, up to higher level back within the room, just to be sure
I start lighting all the candles again
I liken the candles not burning to music 'on Earth'. I talk as though I'm referring to myself in another world, but as saddened as if it were me there in the dream realm "It's just like my music. I've got some of the best songs you'll ever hear, and I really mean the best, but nobody wants you hear them"
I hear one of my songs playing in my head and as if to emphasise my point, I somehow try to transmit the song and it's emotion to the devil guard, but it seems pointless like he won't listen to it anyway. Or if he did, he wouldn't hear it. He would be like everyone else, seemingly oblivious (and possibly intentionally) switched off to being able to recognise my music
And it's importance
By the time I get around to lighting the last of the candles, the first candles have gone out again
I use one of the candles still burning with a tiny flame, in the process of going out, to light the lighter again, then try re-lighting the candles
But no matter what I try, the candles keep going out
I start to burn myself on the candles as I'm re-lighting them again and again
Even though there is enough heat and flame to burn my hand, there isn't enough to keep the candles lit
I keep trying and the devil guard keeps watching me intently. Hopefully
As I wake up
And, as I'm waking up, for whatever reason
I feel annoyed about the candles and whatever stupidity is taking place to stop them burning. So I take a second to imagine in my mind, all of the candles spontaneously bursting into flame, all at once
Stop that!
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