I am in some kind of institution...

They are charging everyone some kind of tax.

No one is questioning

Except me, a man and a woman who see it as wrong and refuse to pay.

They take everyone who acts out of line into rooms to be injected with some kind of substance, A substance they describe as "cleansing".

I break into the room to stop this happening to my friend and all three of us escape,

Running through the big grounds of this place

That go on forever And are surrounded by huge walls and fences.

I'm not sure if we will make it out. ___

A very simplified version of a dream from last night.

I have spoken before about inner authoritative characters, Who try and stop us from acting out of line And don't allow us choice, freedom or autonomy.

In our modern times, stories like this are abound in movies and books.

And of course.... in reality.

I see the outward manifestations of this drama as a reflection of the inner dynamic. The need to 'fit in' to society.. to a tribe.

But also the fear of thinking beyond our limits And stepping up to BE that which goes against the norm. Without fear of chastisement or punishment.

Is it worse to live in a box of pre-determined and 'allowed' actions, thoughts, beliefs... Or to feel the resistance (and even death) that may come from fighting for your autonomy, freedom and livelihood?

When we start to do this inside, As a breaking free of our limiting beliefs; The mythologies handed down to us from outer authority

We feel strengthened in our own truth.

We build the courage to do this externally.

We start to know who WE are.

Art by Marcus Anderson