Last night I dreamed -- not directly about Hyde or its personages, for a change -- but of some other place, more of a drug-rehab lock-up. I was an adult this time, and I was attempting to help some parents, who were friends of mine, to get their kid OUT. One of the premises for getting their kid out was that he didn't really belong there. Of course, it is my belief that NO kid belongs in one of these places, but in this case, the kid didn't even do drugs, and it was a drug rehab.
One of my jobs was to get the kid's records. I was having the most difficult time! Stymied at every move! Double-speak, obfuscation, and unreasonable delays in response to each attempt. I remember trying to tread delicately, because the kid was still in there. Throughout this dream, I kept having flashbacks to Hyde (as part of the dream), and their anti-logic for doing the kinds of things to kids that they do. It was a dream within a dream.
Finally, one of the counselors, exasperated and fatigued from dealing with me, let it slip that they had no intention of letting the kid go. The reason? It didn't really matter whether the kid fit the profile of the demographic they ostensibly were designed for. They felt that this kind of environment could teach ANY kid some valuable lessons about life... that it was a good environment for any kid... (haha! sound familiar?)
Thankfully, some alarm bell -- which turned out to be the phone -- wouldn't stop ringing. I woke up drenched with sweat and the taste of metal in my mouth (blood, from clenching my teeth?)...