  Prisons and Stripes  Dreamed 2007/10/4 by Emily Joy.  I work
for the Astral-Physical Rehabilitation Agency, as a guide on the
physical plane. I take care of exiles, refugees, and other
displaced beings in transition. This time, my charge is a
recently-incarnated spirit known only as 1335. He was lonely for
others like him, so I took him to a crossroads I know of where a
lot of transitionals hang out.  This place looks like a museum
of sorts, although 'zoo' might be closer to the truth. The
museum is home to a collection of astral beings, imprisoned for
one reason or another (often for their own protection),
preserved in space/time bubbles the way lab specimens are
preserved in formaldehyde--except that at some point in the
future, most of these spirits will be freed.  For now, the
ancient, whispering vaults of the museum hold a morbid
fascination for people like 1335.  Watercolor of an astral
museum with living exhibits inside bubbles  As we wander amid
the exhibits in a large courtyard built of warm-toned