dream
By Anonymous | Updated 05/08/26(Fri)05:08:22
I dozed off last night uneventfully. Like most nights, it involved the typical indefinite period of unconsciousness. With no context, I was randomly back at the outpatient facility they put me in over 6 years ago. Same layout/chairs/etc. I stared blankly at the clipboard provided to "take notes" on.
Suddenly, I sensed two rapid, light taps on my right shoulder.
"What's poppin, dude? Get your shit in gear, that battleaxe is gonna be here any second now!"
Those words were uttered by a female voice, not in a labored manner, but with an accent I've never heard before. It's clear that she's familiar with American colloquialisms, utilizing them in a strategic fashion to relieve my mental tension.
Looking up, it's someone I recognize and have a fond opinion of. It's Tomo Takino. She is wearing her summer/red-pinkish uniform, which should align with the time period I was in that facility (August-October). Her hair isn't noteworthy, normal length. I did not observe anything on her person.
After a moment of trying to string together a coherent sentence as a response, she cleared her throat and then things got murky. The present environment ceased to exist, warping into a void that wasn't pitch-black empty space, but something else entirely. It was not frightening, almost the opposite. I don't recall much other than a faint low-pitched hum in the background, not unlike a muffled U-boat diesel engine. That wasn't my main focus, of course. My vision and hearing were centered on Tomo.
"You're gonna be fine, don't fuckin' worry about things so much! Jeez, get a grip. Sorry... but for real, it's all going to work out. I don't care if you have to say it's out of sheer spite, whatever it is. God's in His Heaven, and all's right with the world. Annuit Coeptis! Ehehe..."
She looked at me with a shit-eating grin, waved, and faded into the surrounding void. After about 30 seconds, I woke up in my bed, alarm clock blaring, in a state of tranquility.
Strange.
I had a dream that implied I am evil because I'm cynical. I was in a house in Asheville, and anarchists were burning down the building. I was with a woman and we saw what seemed to be a mushroom cloud in the distance. I asked if she wanted to have sex, she agreed - alas, no sex. Then three of my childhood friends talked to me. One said that I just had to try a little more to get out of the torture chamber - the other I offered a drive back to New York - he refused. Finally, my friend who talked to me alot about things - including casting doubt on the post civil war narrative, talked about a bad entity that enabled all one's cynical beliefs - then he turned into my dog, whose neck twisted around three times. At first, I thought this meant that Satan was somehow all of my friends - but then I realized that person who enables and symphasizes with cynical behavior could accurately fit me, too. If I'm not just imagining all the abuse I suffered, if I'm truly not insane, that might not be the case. Or maybe it's the case that the abuse sort of made me cynical. When you're put in a ward for reasons other than the stated reasons, and in that ward mandated to take meds, and then suffer obvious gangstalking even while on those meds - you ping pong.
"Am I the abusive one? Did I get abused? Is anything I experience real?"
If it's the case that what I experienced was real, and that gangstalking did exist - I can cling to the idea that I am not a bad person. But the problem with that is that gangstalking is denied completely by the psychiatric institutions and most institutions at large from what I can tell.
I may still be a piece of shit despite being gangstalked, but when you act in good faith and then get gaslit and traumatized, when it keeps happening repeatedly, acting morally becomes a never ending calvacade of misery. Maybe this is the end times and I'm being persecuted - is one hope. Maybe it's just a hazing ritual for INSERT ORGANIZATION HERE. It sucks. >>12940536
bandido aye aye bandido I read a couple sentences that’s it
I dreamt last night that I had been abducted by I.S.I.S. outside my childhood home except they were just two white dude anime characters. They were gonna execute me but I said the Lord's Prayer internally and then told them I believed in Isa (Islamic name for Jesus I think?)
They both then seemed to become quite sad and let me go.
Then I was dreaming about a Scooby-Doo movie having to do with underground tunnels beneath an abandoned seaside town. The Scooby-Doo ganged seemed to be talking about Marxist theory the entire time until Venture from Overwatch dug into the tunnels & collapsed it onto them. I then put in the next Scooby-Doo movie which was a grittier adult reimagining where they lived in a trailer park. However, I got hungry so I went to the kitchen and my father made me sausage & eggs. I then went back to my room and replaced the modern Scoobert movie with an episode of Invincible except all of the characters were like AI-generated knockoffs.
Intense sense of deja-vu as I'm posting this? >>12941069
>Intense sense of deja-vu as I'm posting this?
That's likely the result of your disturbed sleep, where your mind is still partly in that alpha-wave zone and processing reality in a disjointed way.
Completely normal, but that doesn't mean it's particularly healthy. If you're concerned, you would want to focus on more disciplined sleep patterns. >>12941169
thx frend i will try to sleep better <3 >>12941224
De nada, glad to be of service. <3
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