This dream left me agitated for several days. I went through a range of emotions because it was so vivid. This dream occurred during the days of the counting of the Omer (the days are counted from Passover to Pentecost) It begins with a police officer pulling me over for some sort of traffic infraction. He does not want to give me a warning or a ticket, but informs me he is going to arrest me instead. I am angry about it and grumble under my breath. I do not resist and I go with him.
I am taken to jail. It extraordinarily clean, immaculate. The walls are scrubbed clean, the bars and floors. The paint is a cream color. Now and again the prison guards speak to me and they are pleasant; no verbal or physical abuse. I have no contact with family or a lawyer. I make no appearance before a judge. No charges are discussed with me. I remain respectful to everyone who comes into contact with me.
There is another girl being held there as well and her cell is about 25 feet away from me. The guards speak to her frequently; lots of conversations. She does not receive any special visitors, no family, no friends, no lawyers. It is as if she does not understand her current circumstances. After a long period of time, the girl begins to show her pregnancy. She is large and after several days she is abnormally huge. I do not like the situation. I feel uneasy and I want to go home.
The girl’s abdomen increases in size and she can no longer wear clothing. She is reserved, she never complains. One day I notice a large black spot that developed on her stomach. It has this mucus covering on it. Since this development the guards check on her more frequently than before. The day came they went into her cell to speak to her about her condition.
She answers their questions and then suddenly begins to groan with pain. The female guard cries out to the others that the girl is in labor. There are a few guards that congregate in her cell. She is now on the floor and they are on their knees talking to her.
Suddenly I began to scream and cry hysterically for them to kill the baby. I am screaming so loudly I am losing my voice. I am beside myself with grief and claw at the bars to get out. I continue screaming: “KILL IT!” I turn to the wall and it is like my arms are like wind mills digging at it and the floor. I desperately need to kill thing before it is born. I beg them to kill it. From time to time they look at me, but they are busy with the other prisoner. Finding no way out fast enough, I press against the bars to squeeze my face through so I may be able to bend the bars in opposite directions. I am still screaming for them to kill this “abomination.”
The head on her stomach begins to move and I am appalled by what I am seeing. The “abomination” is being birthed from her stomach and not the birth canal. I am screeching that it was not too late to kill the “thing” because it is still weak, and there is enough of them to take it out. It isn’t too late. They ignore me.
I see the forehead make its appearance and within minutes see more flesh coming out. I am still crying for them to kill it. I am unable to shut up. Once I see the face of the thing, I become weak and collapse on the floor. It is a man and now it is too late to kill it.
The man emerges with this thick mucus dripping off of him. He rises up out of her and stands up in her insides. His wings are wet and look black, and bundled behind his back. He is nude and his stomach muscles look like an 8- pack instead of a 6-pack (this shows his strength).
He spreads out his wings and they are now dry. He is sleek and buff. His wings are off-white on top and graduates to black at the bottom. The dream changes and I see him giving orders and instructions to the guards. I was still angry the guards would not kill the “thing.” He was sharp and clever, but at the same time faked this humility. It seemed this manipulated people to do his bidding.
The day came I was allowed out of my cell. When I was returned by two guards I saw this “abomination” sitting at a table close to my cell against the wall. I felt total revulsion at the sight of him. My guts knotted up in hatred and loathing. As I was walking past him, he looked up at me. I opened my mouth and hissed at him. He was not surprised by my hatred of him, just by my open vocalization of it. His body language was saying: “I do nothing wrong.”