The Ministry of Love

My dream has become continuous. Every time I go to sleep, it continues where I left off. The prison cell, the first one I was in, was so dreadfully dirty, and everyone was so afraid. Everyone there for political reasons, at least. I couldn’t feel any emotion in there, besides the dreadful fear. I couldn’t feel love for Julia, but just think that I do love her. That should never happen. That is one step closer to betraying her. I can’t do that. And it was the place with no darkness. Is that where I should meet O’Brien? What a horrible way to meet again! And there was a man, starving, just like I was beginning to starve in there. The Ministry of Love shall be the first pile of soil thrown into my grave once I’m in it.