Last night I dreamt I was a criminal in some sort of strange prison facility. We were all roughly shoved into the same room with each other. In front of us were coloured karabiners, tonnes in boxes. Each representing a type of crime. They already knew what you were guilty of but I figured it was a show of public humiliation as there were huge one-way mirrors everywhere. We chose them and tagged ourselves. Mine were murder, manslaughter, arson and another one which was green which I can't remember what it represented. I knew it wasn't as bad as murder and manslaughter though as the boxes for major and minor crimes were on opposite sides of the room and I got two from each side. Upon attatching the final one to myself, I was shuffled through a remote controlled door into a concrete box of a room. Many sat at wooden desks, some were empty.
The only thing that resided in the room beside us was a single reinforced metal door with a faint red glow behind it. It slid open into the ceiling with a mechanical clunk. The only thing beyond the door was an identical door, only faintly visible in the dark, long, narrow corridor due to the pitiful illumination of the single red light. A prisoner got up from his desk, shuddered in and with a long beep, the door slammed shut. Presumably death was waiting on the side of the second door, something like a modern public execution if the mirrors were anything to go by. Either way, my brain checked out when it got close to my turn. Not sure if I'm more annoyed I didn't get to see what really happened or glad I didn't potentially have an incredibly painful, traumatising ending at whatever lie beyond. (Speaking of which, pain in dreams is weird and also kinda fascinating? Considering pain while awake is still debated all the time.)
It seems my brain subconsciously thinks I have an incredibly guilty conscience for some reason... Aw well... At least this dream was interesting, if a little morbid.