USS Clueless: Earth to Timi

My mother was crying. She and I were trying to convince everyone that I was a black a 20 something woman that had nothing to do with this crime. They really had the wrong person. Of course everyone thought we were lunatics because they see me as a white woman. I was trying to find someone who would here my story. Nobody, but my mother & my father believed me. I was shipped off to prison to await my time to die.

The prison was horrible. It was like some Green Mile type stuff. My cell was extremely small. When I laid down, I could barely stretch my legs completely. I had no bed. I was forced to sleep on the floor. There were bugs and rodents crawling around me. There was no toilet nor septic system...only a little bucket in the corner that the rodents jumped in and out of. I begged one guard to help me. He said that the only way he'd help me if I'd do him a "favor". I know what favor he wanted. I wanted to refuse, but I really was in no position to say no. He took me into this little room. I told him that I was a virgin. He just smiled & went about his business. After it was over, I cried & begged God to forgive me for what I had just consented to. I felt so dirty. I did, however, get a better cell, better food & a friendlier guard. I don't know what happened to Mr. Favor, but he never reappeared in the dream.

I don't remember exactly how long I was imprisoned before I was sent off to die. But it just seemed like everything had flashed forward to my day of destruction. The friendly guard came to lead me down the "Hall of Death" as they called it. As we walked, I cried my heart out. I was explaining to him that I didn't commit this horrible crime. I told him that I'm a 25 year old black woman, and the person in question was a 30 something year old white woman. He began quoting scriptures to me. I began to cry again. He turned to me, grabbed my hand & said something like, "Everything is going to be ok."

When I arrived at the spot where I would die, I noticed that I was standing on a bridge. There were several people there to watch my emminant doom. I asked if I'd be put in the electric chair. The prison wardon told me that the electric chair was too good for me. I was put in a straight-jacket. The buckles were extra tight to ensure that I would not get out. An anchor was placed on my foot as well. Someone called my name (not the name of the white woman that I'm assumed to be), and I turned my head. When I turned, someone flashed my picture...temporarily blinding me. After my eyesight had been restored, I was guided down to the edge of this bridge. Once again, I heard someone call my name. I did not recognize the voice. The wardon told me that it was my mother. He allowed me to have one last conversation with my mother before I died.

I told my mother that I loved her. She told me to be strong & that she'll see me in Heaven. I remember trying to tell her that I'm innocent, but before the words came out of my mouth, she put a finger over my lips and said, "Baby I know." My mother hugged me then she was escorted off of the bridge in tears by the friendly guard. I was a wreck. I couldn't stop crying. The wardon read my last rights. He asked me if I had anything to say. I said, "God is my judge. I may not get justice in this world, but He'll redeem me in the next." The wardon said, "Don't hold your breath too long." Then he pushed me from the bridge into the water. While under the water, I was tossing & turning. I held my breath for what seemed to be an eternity. Somehow I floated beneath the bridge and touched the surface. By some act of God, the anchor slipped off of my foot and I was able to kick my feet. I took several deep breaths while at the water's surface. I was unable to keep myself stable because I couldn't use my arms for leverage. I began to sink again.

I allowed myself to sink. I was next to a rock, and I began to rub up against the rock in hopes of release some of the straight-jackets buckles. I was on some McGuyver type stuff for real. The two tightest buckles were released. I was able to get myself out of the straight jacket. I began to swim off when I heard someone yell, "There's her body!" I knew that I wouldn't be able to escape without someone seeing me. So, I pretended to be dead. I allowed the current to drift my body. I was pulled out of the water. Someone pronounced me dead. My body was dragged to the morgue. I was about to be placed onto a table, when the wardon said that he wanted use my body for an experiment. I was afraid. So I pretended as if I was choking. I heard screaming & stuff. The wardon yelled, "She's not dead. Go get the injection!" There was nobody around to complete his request because they had all run off when I started choking. He left to get it himself...and that was my cue to BE OUT!

I ran off. I don't know where I was running off too, but I was just running. I was running for forever, when I saw what appeared to be an apartment building. I entered the apartment building. I grabbed a phone & I called my mother. She thought that I was a prank caller. I told her that it was really me. She didn't believe me and she hung up on me. I managed to hide in the laundry room behind a stack of laundry. I slept there for the night. In the morning, I was greeted by an elderly lady. I was half-sleep so I didn't instantly recognize her. After a few moments, I realized that this elderly lady was my Mom-Mom. She told me that I needed to surrender myself because I wouldn't be able to live in hiding. I was hearing no parts of that. She took me into her apartment, I got showered, put on some fresh cloths & I ate. I called my mother again. This time she believed me. She told me that she was coming to get me.

I put on some sun glasses, a wig & a hat. I had magically reappeared as a black woman as well, so that would definitely help my cause. I headed downstairs to the main entrance of this apartment building. I saw a bunch of cop cars & stuff. I walked past them because none of them recognized me as a black woman. There was a festival going on down the street. I walked down to the festival. While walking, I saw my mother. She instantly recognized me. She yelled out my real name. I was excited to see her, believing that the horror was over. It wasn't. The prison wardon popped up from out of nowhere & grabbed me. He told me that I had to die. I began pleading my case again. Festival attendees began to take my side. A lawyer in the crowd said that I should be re-tried & he would represent me. The wardon wouldn't listen. He said that I would be sentenced to death by a firing squad for my disobedience.

I fought with the wardon. He put a needle in my arm. I blacked out. When I awakened, I found myself strapped to a wall. In front of me were several men bearing guns and they all had their weapons pointed at me. One of the gunmen said, "Any last words?" I said, "God is my judge. I may not get justice in this world, but He'll redeem me in the next." I heard 2 gunshots. One hit me in the shoulder, and I was abruptly awakened out of my sleep.

It was brother. He had his hand on my shoulder and a concerned look on his face. He told me that I was talking & fighting with my covers while I was asleep. I told him that I was ok. He left my bedroom. I sat on the bed for a while touching my face & my arms. I grabbed at my t-shirt to make sure that it wasn't a prison uniform. I grabbed my pillow & clenched it tightly. I began to cry & I couldn't stop crying. That dream scared the hell out of me.