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The Building
I want to say this happens in my dreams, but it seems real, and I want to warn people. A place of lies that we go to when we sleep.
There is a slummy building, on a slummy street, but near a good part of town. Not so good once you get there, until you are filled with its tainted deceptions, and you can’t see how unattractive it is.
Its side street goes up a hill to the back, meaning, who knows how many levels there are. Once on the back parking lot, it is always dark, full of gravel, and faces the bad part of town.
Why have I dreamed of this place, at least twice now, each time being so awful that it wakes me. Each time I lose my wife to it, as well as others. When it is too much to bear, that is when I wake up.
It reminds me of being in a coma, in this way, that once you are in you can’t get out. True story, while in a real-life coma, my life was as odd as this dream, however, this place was not in my coma-state. As if the strangeness induced by my mind, and the drug induced coma, is still producing a dream like this, while not in the drug induced coma.
You show up to celebrate something. It is like a party pizza fun house, but without seeming to have food.
Why?
I have learned that much of my coma-state-horror dream world was influenced by the TV shows that the nurses put on.
The Matlock episode, called The Cult, about a private hospital that suckered the unknowing to sign the dotted line to private care in a privately owned hospital.
The movie Aquaman, which was on in the house my wife was Zooming me from, even though she was not really in that house, a house she had never been in, and friends she did not really have, and she had never seen the movie.
Note: she called me while I was in the coma even though I did not respond. Eventually as I came out of the fog, I could talk a little, even though it was hard to talk and think, and the movie was always on – on her end. Even though it likely was really on, on my end.
A nature program produced by donors of the Portland area hospital I was in.
Was this part of the volunteer study my wife signed me up for?
The Change
Ok, back to this establishment of mind and body control.
You arrive and start playing games, and seems immediate, that you start changing.
One example is the man that wanted me to help him as he fought people that were in some trance to proclaim Christ but were actually mocking it.
My message to him was that, “Hey, they chose to come here, and you need to leave.” My wife was inside practically ready to divorce me. So saddened that I was demanding that we leave, but she would never leave. Any attempt to get her to leave further made her feel that our relationship was over.
Is this how the spouse of an alcoholic, drug addict, gambling addict feels?
In fact, every time she was in my sight, employees got closer to me to show their presence, to bully me into not stopping her. The control they were influencing on her, they wanted to keep.
They would distract me, by getting physical, making it so I could not break the behavior for her. She would leave the room saddened that I could not be a better part of this lie, that she had bought into.
As a part of the scam, she would think more and more, how I was unworthy of her, each time I tried to separate her from this.
As they would “distract me” she would be taken to another room, with the employees to continue in what looked like a drug induced moment.
Strangely, there didn’t seem to be drugs, so it must be spiritual manipulation, hocus, pokus.
The games were lame, and the more you did, the more you did not want to leave.
Why was I not being duped? Why did they not just throw me out? Maybe to pay the bill at the end. Which I do remember.
Others
It seemed that others were used to distract me from helping my wife. Actually, the presence of others was a bigger percentage of my time there, as they would always lead my wife away from me, while distracting me with other situations.
My Sister was another victim. She may have been there It also became apparent that she was drawn to it, and would go with friends, e to help me initially, but got sucked into it.
My deceased brother-in-law was there, I think to help my sister. By the time I was pulled outside to help another entranced person about the mocking of God, and His Bible, I think he (my deceased brother-in-law) had also been entranced. The real “him” would have challenged the blasphemy, while in this case he was just watching with my sister.
The other people I did recognize, well that is fading now.
The other scenarios I got into, in this web of “no hope” is also fading.
Looks like the time has come, my memory fading of this horrible dream.
Why?
It may be a depiction of our separation from God. Maybe this is how he sees it through His lenses. This would mean that I too am poisoned by that world, by that place, because it represents our distance from God, and how we are pulled away from Him. Deceived. So, in this dream state, I am allowed to feel how He feels?
As my mind is now fading, I can still say that the dream was pretty similar to the first time I had it. Losing my wife’s love, was in both.
