May 6, 2011
I opened my eyes to a dimly lit fluorescent light fixture. The ceiling had to be at least fifteen feet high. I rolled to me knees from the hard floor to discover my attire as that of a long blue dress, fashioned of rubber, foam and velcro. I wore not a shred of clothing otherwise. Not even a sock!
The baige room was no more than ten feet in length and width. There were no furnishings and the walls displayed no decor. A single metal door stood centered before me in one wall. It had a small window within it.
I stood and discovered what appeared to be a rectangular shaped drain in the floor.
As I approached the door, I noticed that a piece of the wall had been chipped away. I ran my fingers in the hole to feel what looked like foam, but felt like rock. It was in fact foam, that had long since hardened to the density of concrete. Standing back, I analysed the wall further. The solidified coating extended up the walls on all sides but stopped far out of reach, revealing the cinder blocks that lie beneath it.
Oh my god! I was in a padded cell!