Holocaust, Circa 2011.

Walking off of the front steps of a country home, someone I knew more than a decade ago dropped his cell phone.  I threw it on the roof of the home and he climbed up to get it.  He jumped, thinking he would land on his feet, he didn’t.  He landed on and broke his back.  I was guilty of some horrible charge because of it.  The sentence was long and when I walked into the jail, it was unlike anything I had ever seen.  It was modern, more than I could even imagine and clean.  Good god was it clean.  It was run by the gestapo and I suddenly realized the holocaust was happening right here in the room.  The center module of the building had 8 doors set on a circular wall.  Inside the doors were vast coffin shaped jet black boxes.  The colors matched the gestapo members leather coats and boots.  They weren’t out to kill us, I knew I wouldn’t die.  Instead, I was placed inside one of the thousands of black boxes.  It was dark, I couldn’t claim any of my senses.  They filled the box up with water until there was only an inch of space up top for my nose to breath.  And there I was, for the foreseeable future.

Then I woke up.