Entry #1720.IX.2024
=I was in a "prison" as dream logic told me, but it was a rather cosy room, wide but not really tall, with warm yellow soft walls and warm lighting. I was wearing pajamas and stood near a whiteboard with a selection of markers (red green blue and black) preparing to write down information. Together with me was about a dozen people, mostly boys in age that i think was late teens, wearing similar clothes, who also lived here. There were more rooms to the sides of this one, like in the habitation unit of Madrid's airport, but yellow.
A person who was supposedly among our supervisors, who i don't remember ever actually perceiving, was about to read us regulations on who is to live where and use what, and i was about to write it using a following system of encoding: the name of the person followed by the number of the asset they need to use, and the color of the marker signified the type of assets: one color was for beds, other for bathrooms, and i don't remember the other types.
Just before this intangible entity started to dictate - but with me somehow writing several inscriptions already - i told them that i really don't want to be settled with boys as i fear they'll be mean to me, which prompted a side board appear to this whiteboard - and this was a green chalkboard - with names of all girls present denoted on it in thin yellow chalk along with days of their admission to the facility. It was a surprisingly long list (i remember expecting about three people to it) and i started to read it - and that's all i remember.