Prisons of pleasantness

In a recurring nightmare, I'm in a classroom at an elementary school, where I'm a school kid again.  I spend my whole days around people with basically protestant thinking.  I think what these people want is to succeed (does it matter at what?), have some fun (is it?), and, what else, I forget.  The world of this nightmare is like a prison, in this way: I only meet these people, what they say and do and expect of me are all totally uninteresting, my affect is mainly boredom.  I could see myself sitting there and just starting to vanish like that grinning cat.  This is also my image of California: hell is a group of normal people who are all terminally happy. 

The grin goes on until at some point they just pull the plug.  Are these social sites places of labor or entertainment?  Who knows, cares.  Tune in, turn it on, and wait till they drop you out.  Maybe you pass the gate, which says go, or stop, or leave, and maybe you collect a paycheck, or not, maybe you pay a toll, fee, fine, bill, but time goes on, a bit painfully, but you get used to it, as in every place people are kept.  Some walled-in people are less lucky and may be driven out, gassed, bombed, whatever.  Others are served drinks and look at naked bodies pretending to enjoy so that you can.  She says hello, he says goodbye, what's the difference anyway?