Harvest Moon, Alcatraz Prison, and an Inmate Death

A story from the Matrix, a dream, and a man pointing to the moon

ABOVE IS A SHORT FILM OF THE BLOOD MOON rising over the Golden Gate

Bridge, in San Francisco California.

Alcatraz Prison sits in the middle of the San Francisco Bay on an Island It is one of the most notorious prisons in the USA.

Some fun facts about Alcatraz:

• In 1962, inmate John Paul Scott covered himself in lard, squeezed through a window, and swam to shore. Police later found him at the foot of the Golden Gate Bridge, unconscious and suffering from hypothermia. He is the only known person to have escaped Alcatraz alive._[4]

During its time of operation, there were 14 attempted escapes from Alcatraz, involving 36 inmates. Of these prisoners, 23 were captured, 6 were killed during their attempt, 2 drowned, and 5 went missing and were thought to be drowned. Only one person is known to escape and live

• Several prisoners went insane while incarcerated at Alcatraz. One prisoner chopped of all the fingers on his left hand. Another tried to slash his own throat with a pair of eyeglasses; he was later killed when he tried to escape._[4]

• One of the tougher punishments on Alcatraz was a stint in the “Strip Cell.” Inmates sent there were stripped naked and given water and bread just once a day. They were also given a mattress, but only at night. The toilet was a hole in the floor, and there was no sink. The room was pitch-dark._[4]

• Alcatraz is known for being one of the most haunted places in America. One of the most popular places for ghost hunters is “The Utility Corridor.” Inmates Coy, Cretzer, and Hubbard were shot and killed there during an escape attempt, and it is said they still haunt its halls._[4]

• Alcatraz facts https://www.factretriever.com/alcatraz-facts

My story begins on an Autumn night in October of 2000, at approximately 2:00 am.

I was sound asleep in my bed in a little cottage on the crest of the Berkeley Hills, in Berkeley California. Resting peacefully I was unaware of the events transpiring out side my window below in the city of Berkeley, the San Fran Bay and the Golden Gate Bridge.

A view from my bedroom window of the San Francisco Bay, Alcatraz Island right behind the pine tree to the top left, and the Golden Gate Bridge.

A view from my bedroom window looking South towards the Bay Bridge out to San Francisco.

It was a peaceful night down in the city of Berkeley, a few sounds like the Bart train, and the occasional siren could be heard as they drifted up on the night breeze and through the open window. Our home sat 900 feet above the city, yet my bed room ceiling reflected the lights of the city and lit the room enough to see the shear curtains blowing in the breeze and shadows from the pines dancing on the white walls of my room. But I was oblivious to all of this, for I was asleep and about to have the strangest dream.

The dream begins where I am laying in my bed and a man appears at the side. I have no fear of him, I feel sleepy, and turn my head as if his presence is merely an apparition, nothing to be alarmed about. When I do not respond to his liking, he pulls on my arm closest to him. Now he has my attention. I am not awake but I can see him clearly in my room, I can see the curtains blowing in the breeze, I can see the light coming in from the window.

Most importantly I can see him. I can see he is wearing a white button down shirt, and he has thick black rimmed glasses on. He looks like he is in his 40s, Black hair with a cut reminiscent of the 1950s. He pulls my arm again and pulls me up into a sitting position. “What do you want?” I ask him. He brings his other hand to his mouth and with his pointer finger he taps it across his lips as if signaling to me to be quiet. Then he takes that same finger and points towards the window. I look at the window and then he speaks to me in a soft voice.

He says, “I have many things to show you, I have many things to tell you. This is my home, and I have taken excellent care of it. I will show you how to continue to care for the home. Then he says, “But first, look out the window at the moon.”

this is a photo I got from the internet, that comes close to resembling the moon that night over the Alcatraz Island Prison.

Right after he said that I woke up to find myself sitting up in bed, the man had disappeared. I turned my head away from where he had just stood to look out my window to see what he had been pointing to. I gasped when I saw the moon, It was right above the Golden Gate Bridge almost perfectly centered between the 2 towers of the great suspension bridge. It was huge, (much like the first picture here that I posted) It was an incredible deep and brilliant glowing orange. I had never seen anything like it before. I jumped out of bed and ran out of the room to the living room window to get a better look, I woke up others in the house to come see. While we marveled at this view, I told them about the man who had come to me in my dream to tell me about the moon. We were all curious about this man but soon we returned to bed. I noticed that the clock said 2:03. I fell asleep without another thought about the man.

a photo from the internet that is similar to the moon I saw that night. It was much darker out and the moon was centered between the 2 towers. The water was lit up with a line of orange light glistening on the water, just like this photo

So it was of great intrigue when I got a call the next morning from my landlord and heard her story. After a minute of pleasant greetings she got quiet for a few seconds and then told me her father had died in the night. Before I thought to consider my words carefully, to express sympathy, I blurted out “What time did he pass?” When she told me at about 2:00 am, shivers ran down my spine, and goose bumps rose all over my skin. She said she was telling me because they would be scheduling an assessment for tax purposes on the house. It was still HIS house. That is when I told her about the man that came to me in my dream in the night. I described him to her, I told her about his concern for me taking good care of the house. She said that he had worn thick black framed glasses, had been very serious about the upkeep of the home, and had bought the house in the 50s. All these things seemed to check out with my own description of the man in my dream.

So how does this story relate to the prison and an inmate’s death. Well it doesn’t actually, except as metaphor, for the idea that we are in a matrix or simulation and Death may be our only escape, as it was the only escape for the prisoners of Alcatraz Island Prison. It was fitting because of the strange circumstances that I even learned about this man, coming to me in my dream, and pointing out the moon over the prison and the GATE.. The prison we are trapped in, and the GATE OUT. Could the moon be a portal? Ahh well, even if none of these parts of my story about a simulation or a matrix, a prison planet and portals out are real, it is VERY true this DREAM experience that I had. I hope you enjoyed. How would you explain what happened in my dream that night?

A photo I took of the Golden Gate Bridge back in 2000, from Mount Tamalpais, Marin, California