I am locked in a small cell with an open door. I am afraid to look outside for fear of being confined even more. Suddenly I take a risk. I run outside and I jump in the air. I breathe in the sky and think if I'm caught I don’t even care. But I am caught - and locked this time inside a very small box. I hear the top close. I hear the sound of the locks. I cannot move. I cannot breathe. It feels like something Satanic. I am losing control. I am near the edge of an unthinkable claustrophobic panic. When suddenly I relax and fall into some inner space Where I feel safe, quiet. No fear. No fear at all in this inner place. Now I am grateful for the tormentor who is forcing me to see. The way out of the box is to stop fighting, let go, and just be inside of me. I realize now that I am awake but not moving because I want the dream to return. Instead I am getting up to go to the bathroom to forget what I just learned.