iron roof

This is a dream from the mid 1980’s when I lived in Oak Park. The dream occurred several times and evolved and mutated and took several forms. This is just one of them.

I am present in a disembodied form. I am in a dark place. There is a suggestion of a floor or the ground below me. But I do not seem to really notice it. I look up because I am lying on my back. I see the roof is made of large sheets of iron. They have been pop-riveted together. 

I felt that the iron dome was a new development, thought there were no dreams before. Maybe I just did not remember them. I felt that it was a device to keep me in. A jail of sorts. I suspected I could guess the cause and who did it.

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