#Lucid Reality Labs

[embracethepixels]

VRARA: My First Tech Expo!

My first tech expo! I had a blast going interacting with a majoprity of the gadgets, as well as, learning about the finer intricasies of the tech field. Special thanks to Selina Mallatt for accompanying me thoughout the event!

Host: Full Sail University I’ve been dying to attend one of these. Though I mostly speak about games, I like to keep up with the latest technological breakthroughs in the entertainment sector—especially if they involve XR. Even with all this incredible technology eagerly displayed for all to admire and ready to be utilized, I know I’m only experiencing a glimpse of the greater world of XR tech.…

[yanderes-galore]

yandere concept for Phineas from the outerworlds?

Sure! Sorry this took so long. Special thanks to 🐋Anon for taking time out of their day to research this character for me. I couldn't do this without them and some other Anons so I hope it's worth the wait :) Once I got the character research I felt I had to write this immediately!

Yandere! Phineas Vernon Welles Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, PTSD mention, Paranoia, Manipulation, Guilt Tripping, Isolation, Mentions of death/murder, Human experimentation if you squint, Stalking mention, Thoughts of kidnapping, Dubious companionship/relationship.

Those who have played the game will know Phineas is a wanted man (not in the good way).

He hates The Board and wants to help the colonists said Board abandoned.

The issue is... this is seen as treason.

Which makes Phineas a criminal who has to stay in hiding.

Phineas has the highest chance to be yandere for the main character of the game, in this case that would be you.

You're the one successful colonist/experiment he's managed to revive without experiencing explosive cell death.

He has gone through so many others... honestly, that's probably gotten to his head.

Phineas is rather desensitized to death/murder, or at least he seems to be.

After all, there's the past experiments and he's been considered a murderer by The Board anyways.

Phineas can not trust many, in fact you're probably the only one he trusts due to him reviving you.

The same may go for you at first until you encounter members to add to your crew, which he is admittedly a bit... iffy on.

I'm going to take into account what 🐋Anon said, Phineas does seem like a subtle/manipulative yandere.

He wants to be the only one you can trust, even when you have companions, he makes you reconsider your trust in them.

After all... they may seem loyal, but maybe one of them is a spy?

You should put most of your trust in Phineas.

He's the one who revived you after all.

Phineas is primarily in his lab, you don't see him too often but he always manages to make you come back to him.

Phineas is subtle due to his actions, he quietly observes your progress and always gives you tasks to do just to keep coming back to him.

You're both in danger just about all the time, so he often gets worried about his obsession.

Phineas needs you for getting chemicals and others supplies, but he'd be lying if he didn't think of just locking you in his lab at times.

He knows he shouldn't, he's sort of lucid in his actions.

Although there's a nagging voice in the back of his mind wondering if this is even worth it?

He's attached to you.

He honestly doesn't care who has to die as long as it's not you or him.

Phineas could work platonic or romantic.

His overall yandere behavior is an overwhelming care towards you, his intentions just determines what kind.

Strangely Phineas always seems to know what you're doing, well... strange to you.

In reality Phineas is indeed watching you and taking notes whenever he can.

There may be times he wants to "check your vitals for long term effects".

These check ups are just excuses to get closer to you.

He likes to check you over for your health, sure, but he also just appreciates your health.

As I said before, he doesn't have much company.

You can just assume Phineas is touch-starved at least a little bit.

He wants some form of comfort, he isn't going to let The Board steal you from him.

Anxiety no doubt eats away at him as he wait for you to visit.

The only think he hopes those companions of yours will do is protect you.

He'll trust them that much.

Phineas snapping and locking you up is low... he knows he still needs you... but once he gets what he needs he may do such a thing.

Once he manages to have another successful experiment, he can do whatever he wishes with you.

He could have another colonist gather supplies, and he could keep you.

The thought is tempting... he tries to ignore it at first, yet it keeps creeping into his mind.

You won't notice there's anything wrong with him for awhile, he's just that subtle.

Although, the moment you trust him... and he asks you to come into his lab for another check in...

He'll lock the doors...

He'll keep you with him for company, all safe and locked away as he hides from The Board... he may be in denial at times but he really can't let you go it seems.

[lazysublimeengineer]

i hate it here so i will go to secret gardens in my mind

Summary: This place made me feel worthless.

Characters: Michael Kaiser & Alexis Ness

(A/N: Please be mindful of the tags. Some of scenes and dialogues are excerpts from the manga itself hence the spoiler tags. I don’t own anything from this franchise. Respective ownership belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura for this wonderful manga and Taylor Swift for this inspirational song.)

Quick, quick Tell me something awful Like you are a poet trapped inside the body of a finance guy Tell me all your secrets All you'll ever be is My eternal consolation prize You see I was a debutant in another life but Now I seem to be scared to go outside If comfort is a construct I don't believe in good luck Now that I know what's what

His startingly blue eyes stared dully at the poor excuse of a house in front of him before he gripped the straps of his backpack and left.

Another day.

Another day of roaming around the streets of the city instead of going back to school to learn something worthwhile and trying to make ends meet.

His good for nothing drunkard father was completely passed out in the living room with the bottle of beer in his hand.

Instead of holding a pen and paper, he's holding a bottle of milk and some inane object he stole from a store and buried it in the confines of his rusty backpack.

The only consolation prize he got from this disgusting ordeal was being away from the cage he was in and the sharp claws of his own father for a few hours.

“Wait? Is that Kaiser?” A familiar voice reached his line of hearing from somewhere among the crowd.

“I think he is. Hey Kaiser! Kaiser!” One of the boys called out his name.

He blatantly ignored his classmates’ voices and disappeared from the crowd.

He hated it here.

I hate it here so I will go to secret gardens in my mind People need a key to get to The only one is mine I read about it in a book when I was a precocious child No mid-sized city hopes and small town fears I'm there most of the year Cause I hate it here I hate it here

As he flipped to another page of the book he was reading, quick knocks from his bedroom door filled his ears.

“Alexis! Hurry up! You still need to help mom and dad in the lab downstairs for their new experiment! Bring the rest of the equipment to the lab!” Her sister’s impatient and commanding voice reached his line of hearing.

With a small sigh leaving his lips, he put a bookmark on the page of his book and closed it, returning it to its shelf carefully before he stood up from his chair.

“Alright. I’ll be down there in a sec!” He answered hastily before he heard the receding footsteps of his sister away from his room.

A deep sigh escaped from Ness’ lips as he stared blankly at the surroundings outside his windows before his gaze left and lingered on the book he put in the shelf a while ago.

The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett.

For a moment, Ness wanted to get lost inside a place where everything was possible.

When all you need was a key to open the wonders and magic of a place with never-ending spellbinding beauty and mesmerizing worth of hopes and dreams in life.

It was the only period that Ness could blindly believe in the lucidity of his ideas and creativity and wiped out the glaring facts of the reality of his life.

His lips twitched before he looked away and left his room.

He hated the confines of this house where he needed to conform to the rules and logic of his family that didn’t made sense to him.

It didn’t made sense to him to have them push their ideas and ideals of what he should be and shouldn’t be thinking about.

He hated it here.

My friends used to play a game where We would pick a decade We wished we could live in instead of this I'd say the 1830s but without all the racists and getting married off for the highest bid

The ball bounced back to him after he kicked it to the wall.

One of his hands had caught it effortlessly into his grasp and he slumped down on the ground, wincing slightly at the shred of pain that sent his nerves throbbing in every fiber of his being.

He was in a terrible luck today as his father decided to kicked him and punched the living daylights out of him earlier this day because he brought him the wrong brand of milk to him.

His right arm was already mutilated to the point that it was forming a deep, purplish bruise that was hiding underneath his black hoodie. However, pain seemed to be a usual thing for Kaiser as the hole of dull emptiness seemed to fill his entire being throughout the day.

As long as he had his ball with him, he could spend the whole day entertaining himself before he went back into the house where he’d probably find his father sleeping drunkenly on the couch or in the ground instead.

When Kaiser kicked the ball onto the wall and was about to catch it, a searing pain throbbed again on his right arm when he unconsciously raised it. This made him flinch and grimace at the unpleasant feeling, failing to catch the ball and fly past him.

“Ah, you should be careful! It almost hit me!” A young, boyish voice exclaimed somewhere around the lot which made Kaiser turn around and came face to face with a boy who had wide, expressive amethyst eyes and messy, brown hair.

The ball was situated perfectly under his heel like... he trapped it there...

Kaiser blinked owlishly and was almost impressed by the sight before a scowl was painted on his features.

He wasn’t easily impressed by strangers. Much less of a kid who screamed old money and probably had a silver spoon on his mouth.

“Then watch where you’re going.” He replied simply as he caught the ball easily in his grasp which made the other boy blink a few times at him before a wide smile inched across his lips.

“You play soccer too?” The boy asked in amazement, ignoring his last words.

Kaiser pursed his lips and turned his back on him. “Get lost kid. Or else you’ll get mugged here.” He replied coldly and didn’t wait for his reply as he left him standing there alone in the field.

I'm lonely but I'm good I'm bitter but I swear I'm fine I'll save all my romanticism for my inner life and I'll get lost on purpose This place made me feel worthless Lucid dreams like electricity, the current flies through me, and in my fantasies I rise above it And way up there, I actually love it

Ness could feel the coldness seeping into his veins as he lay on the ground, the desperation and despair intertwining themselves at his very core as he realized that they might lose in this match.

Was no one capable of receiving his passes and shoot it inside the net?!

As he wallowed in self-despair and recriminations, a voice caught his attention and he found himself staring at a pair of cerulean irises and long, wavy sandy locks which danced across the breeze of the air.

“Do you believe in the impossible?”

Ness could only blink at him owlishly. “Huh?”

“Just now. The thought of giving up flashed in your mind. Am I wrong?”

“Eh...” A confused expression was dancing along his face as he didn’t immediately understand what the other was trying to say.

“That kind of thinking is a curse. Stupid scrub. The moment people believe things are impossible, they are programmed to give up. A useless survival mechanism. But that’s the thought process of the weak. While you protect your pathetic hide, you kill and seal off your potential...”

Ness listened to him in silence, trying to absorb his words in his frazzled mind and despairing soul.

“Sacrificing your talent in exchange for living a long and tedious life. Those trash who do that are the ones I hate the most.” The blond held a look of quiet disdain in his eyes as he watched the other players from the other side of the field.

“I’ll admit our opponents are good. But they’re only executing what is possible at a very high level. I don’t see a truly strong player among them. But you are different.”

He shot a glance at Ness again.

“Your dribbling... the timing of your passes... You were imagining plays one step ahead. But you didn’t have a partner who understood your ideas...”

Ness’ heart pounded erratically inside his chest at the implication of his words.

“With me... All of your ideas will become possible.”

Kaiser stared at him intently and offered his hand to him. “Get up. Let’s do this loser.”

“Ah...” Ness could only stare at him with a starstruck look on his face.

“Well?” Kaiser watched at him in silent anticipation.

He swallowed thickly as he finally decided. One of Ness’ hands had reached out for Kaiser’s offered hand and grasped it firmly.

“Okay.”

At that moment, Ness decided to trust him and let himself be guided in the light of Kaiser’s possibilities.

I hate it here so I will go to Secret gardens in my mind People need a key to get to The only one is mine I read about it in a book when I was a precocious child No mid-sized city hopes and small town fears I'm there most of the year Cause I hate it here I hate it here

Quick quick Tell me something awful Like you are a poet trapped inside the body of a finance guy

(A/N: When I first heard the song, ‘I hate it here’ from the Tortured Poets Department: The Anthology album of Taylor, I immediately knew that this is Kaiser and Ness childhood coded song so before my Muse eluded me, I quickly wrote this one-shot AU. Reviews are amusing so let me hear them from you.)

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tags @kaylinalexanderbooks and @willtheweaver!

Writing Share Tag

Azhur’s gaze drifted upward, as if pulled by invisible strings. He stared for a while, almost straining to look through his own skull, until Twenari cleared her throat and he snapped back to attention as if he’d never left.

“Those different magical frequencies are what allow the aperture between realities to exist. I tune this aperture to the frequency of the prime reality, the gate in my lab tunes to the demiplane, and bang! We’re home, home, home!”

He laughed, the same strange hiccupping sound, then stopped abruptly. Twenari halted, searching for what had prompted his silence. A beat late, Azhur continued walking, his hands moving back into their spidery rhythm.

“So… I was wondering…. How did you meet Undeta?” Twenari inquired. Perhaps this wasn’t the best time for that particular conversation, but talking seemed to keep Azhur more present and, well, who wouldn’t be curious? She couldn’t imagine her mother ever putting up with someone so flighty as Azhur, though he must’ve been different back then.

Case in point, the man jumped once again, like he’d forgotten she was there.

“Party,” he gasped. “A trade function. Ma wanted to open shipping lines to the Dwarven Alliance, but our family has dual citizenship in the Republic, so we would have fallen under the war sanctions. She decided to go through a smuggler instead.”

Azhur grinned lopsidedly, his broken teeth reminding the girl eerily of Izjik. “She… She, she, she, oh, she! I was drunk and fresh from university. It was my first ‘function.’ The root word ‘-tion’ comes from the Shuari, it indicates a state or condition. Fun is a cat with a piece of string. The function was neither. But I was drunk and young and stupid and I confused a dance for love.”

“I-I think I understand,” Twenari interrupted as Azhur opened his mouth to continue.

A bitter feeling was beginning to trickle into the girl’s heart. Undeta must have known Azhur was a sorcerer. A young, naieve sorcerer of immense power that would surely pass his talents on to any offspring he might beget. Did that mean…. Twenari swallowed hard, cutting off the realization before it could form in its full, pragmatic glory.

The sorcerer had always known she’d been nothing more than a business investment to her mother. She’d just never thought it had been that way from the very beginning.

Azhur broke through her dark musings as he coughed loudly. “Don’t— Oh.” He shook his head, blinking hard. “That was you. Sorry.”

“That’s ok.” Now it was Twenari’s turn to pause. She had one answer, now she needed the other. “Azhur?”

The man was humming nervously now, a strange melody full of regular intervals. He didn’t stop, but his eyes darted to look at her.

“Did— Did you ever think to… check for me?” Twenari asked.

Her father stopped walking, his song forming back into that hissing stream of arcane gibberish. His face flickered with emotion though, and he snapped his teeth shut against the litany with a clack. “I…. No. No, I didn’t, never did, never thought to. I don’t remember much of that night, I never suspected. You…. I’m sorry. I didn’t think. I didn’t, I—”

“Azhur.” Twenari snapped to get his attention. “You’re alright. I… I understand what it is to make poor choices. Even if you had known….”

“I would have come for you,” her father answered. Like a flickering candle given a brief reprieve from the wind, his expression became focused, a perfect lucidity shining in his eyes. “The only poor choice I made that night was never thinking to look. I’ve missed so much….”

That lucidity shattered with a whimper. Azhur clutched his head, renewing his muttering with a vengeance. Twenari put her hands up to calm him, but just as she did, something caught her eye.

Ever so faintly, the ground around her father’s feet was moving. Ripples of earth, like sand during an earthquake, emanated from where he stood. It wasn’t any magic he was casting—his hands weren’t forming any sigils, at least—yet it was unmistakably coming from him.

“Azhur?” Twenari stared down at the phenomenon, crouching to feel the movement. “What is that?’

“Planar drift supplies the constant, plugged into Ak’vati’s equation it begets Vermir’s number! A shortened cycle leads to a less elliptical pattern, shifting into a consistent curve! Evdis adavi, corviruus!” Azhur’s voice shifted into a language Twenari vaguely recognized, but didn’t speak. “Katkaba dus ultpar ir vetdivis arvat!”

“Azhur!”

“I’m here!” the man screamed, eyes wide with fright and hands flying. He sank to his knees beside her, breathing hard. “I’m listening, I’m listening, gods beyond, I’m listening, but he keeps screaming!”

Once again, Twenari was struck by the profound realization that this was a man who needed serious help. Who wouldn’t after ten years spent in utter, unwilling solitude? At least the ripples had calmed. The girl had the beginnings of a theory as to what had just happened, but she didn’t know enough about demiplanes to be certain.

“Are you good to continue?”

Twenari hesitantly placed a hand on her father’s shoulder. The man flinched, but didn’t pull away. His teeth were clenched against the stream of words that were surely building up in his throat.

“It’s alright if you need to rest,” she soothed. “Or if you just want to keep talking.”

Azhur nodded. “Talking. Talking is good. Talking helps me drown him out. Tell me, you spoke to my family, yes?”

Ah, Azhur. Love that guy. Ten years of an all spider and tree sap diet did his brain no favors though.

I'll tag @melpomene-grey @rkmoon @persnickety-peahen @literarynecromancy and anyone else who wants to share :)

[blogparanormalexpresso2stuff]

Dreams Are Real

Can dreams predict the future? Are they glimpses into dimensions where information lives, and can we access it if we have the right tools?

Are we able to realize we’re in a dream and change what’s happening? Or even communicate with other people while in the dream state? Could we look back at past events, current ones happening now, or even events yet to come?

What if Rob told you all of this was real, and dream ESP has been proven by neuroscientists, psychologists, dream researchers, spiritual meditators, and religious men alike? Would it change everything we think we know about how our bodies and the universe are connected?

Let’s dive into the Matrix together as Rob Counts brings you what he found about lucid dreaming, prophetic dreams, dream research, the nature of “the holographic universe,” and more. Between ESP studies that’ll blow your mind to the CIA’s own documents to predictive dreams from Abraham Lincoln and the Lynyrd Skynyrd band, you’re about to find out why dreams may just be glimpses into something a whole lot deeper than you ever thought.

In this episode: dreams are reality, dream ESP, CIA documents, REM sleep research, remote viewing studies, precognitive dreams, lucid dreaming, telepathy, Maimonides Medical Center’s dream research lab, the Gateway Process (a.k.a. the Gateway Experience), brain hemisphere synchronization (“Hemi-Sync”), Abraham Lincoln’s prophetic dreams, the Monroe Institute, US and Soviet Cold War parapsychological research, China’s psychic children, exceptional human functions (“EHF”), and Jo Jo Billingsley’s prophetic dream about the Lynyrd Skynyrd band

[battleangel]

Heal Yourself

✨️Eat fresh fruits & vegetables (homemade smoothies, homemade salads & salad dressing, quinoa with avocado + hot sauce, tofu scramble with salsa) 80% of the time.

✨️Incorporate flaxseed, steel cut oats, apple cider vinegar, grated ginger, mint, herbal tea (no sugar or honey) into your regular diet.

✨️Drink 32 to 64 ounces of water a day.

✨️Drink minimal amounts of soda, coffee, juice and caffeine.

✨️Eat minimal amounts of processed and prepackaged snacks (chips, cookies, crackers, popcorn, pop tarts, candy).

✨️Eat delivery, takeout, fast food, fast casual and at sit down restaurants on a rare basis.

✨️Eliminate or minimize alcohol.

✨️Eat vegetarian 80% of the time.

✨️Move your body (walking, jogging, exercising, swimming, hiking, etc.) for 30 to 60 minutes 3 to 5 times a week.

✨️Be outside in nature soaking up natural sunlight and breathing in fresh air as much as possible.

✨️Creatively express yourself daily (poetry, vlogging, comedy, makeup, journalling, artwork, hula hooping, headstands, pole dancing, twerking, puzzles, etc.).

✨️Regulate your nervous & PSNS (parasympthetic nervous) systems.

✨️Learn to regulate your emotions.

✨️Explore and express your sensual, erotic & sexual self.

✨️Do things that surprise, scare and challenge you on a regular basis.

✨️Eliminate mindless consumerism, overconsumption, materialism, shallow & superficial mindset, ego & clout chasing.

✨️Be mindful & present in the moment.

✨️Kill your own ego and experience your ego death.

✨️Spiritually ascend by self-actualizing, awakening to your self and realizing that you are a limitless 10D energetic being temporarily manifested physically as a limited 3D human being.

✨️Align your mind, heart, body, soul and spirit connection.

✨️Eliminate any and all all toxic energy vampires from your life, orbit, aura and environment (immediate family, older relatives, family patriarch & matriarch, best friends, friends, spouses, significant others, co-workers, supervisors, spiritual "leaders", church elders, mentors, sponsors, etc.)

✨️Align & activate all seven chakras and open your pineal gland (third eye -- kundalini awakening).

✨️See our 3D reality for the upside down funhouse mirror surreality it actually is.

✨️Realize that death is nothing to fear and that the "afterlife" is simply you exiting this temporary 3D virtual reality simulation and ending your temporary manifestation as a physical human being and you returning back to the dreamscape, actual reality, from which you originated from as a 10D limitless energetic eternal being prior to your cosmically temporary physical manifestation as a human being known as "real life" which in fact was nothing but a virtual reality simulation.

✨️Your "dreams" are actually you, as a temporarily manifested physical human being, shifting your consciousness via REM sleep to shift temporarily back from our 3D virtual current reality back to the 10D dreamscape which we all originated from. There are no limits in the dreamscape as it is our limitless minds and literally our imaginations. Anything we can imagine in our minds instantaneously manifests and exists in the dreamscape -- climbing walls, walking on water, falling endlessly through the sky without dying, surreal lush lucid hyper real colors, vistas, landscapes, psychedlic bursts of light, energy, fire, sun, moon, stars, constellations, explosions, supernovas and more. We visit the dreamscape temporarily each night when we dream -- whether we remember it the next day or not -- then we "wake up" and we shift back to our temporary 3D human virtual reality.

🦋Death is nothing more than permanently putting your temporary physically manifested human self to sleep in the current virtual 3D reality and permanently waking yourself up in the 10D real reality dreamscape, shedding your temporary human skin, and eternally metamorphosizing as a limitless energetic butterfly.

🌱Avoid synthetic, man made, lab made and artificial chemicals, substances, stimulants, toxins, additives and preservatives as much as possible in OTC medications, prescriptions, opioids, laxatives, antidepressants, benzodiazepines, mood stabilizers, NSAIDs, antibiotics, food, makeup, hair products, relaxers, toothpaste, laundry detergent, lotions, deodorants, dishwasher liquid, household cleaning products, sanitary pads, tampons, etc.

🌱Instead treat maladies and diseases holistically with psychedelics (ayahuasca, etc.), herbal medicines and plants, Ayurvedic medicine, TCM (Traditional Chinese Medicine) and traditional herbal remedies and rituals utilized by indigenous peoples the world over for thousands of years.

✨️Practice breathwork, guided meditation, yoga, mindfulness, trances, hoodoo, healing springs & rivers, shamanic practices, spells, magick, divinations, tarot, crystals, gems & reiki.

✨️Embody the concept of duality (yin & yang) -- two polar opposities existing together at once balancing and perfectly complementing one another vs the Western mindset of opposites cancelling one another out, negating each other, clashing, fighting, being disharmonious, false dichotomies, us vs them, either in or out, with us or against us. Embrace and embody the existing dualities within yourself and realize that the West endlessly conditions and sets you up to have a limited, simplistic, all or nothing, black and white mindset.

✨️Decolonize & reindigenize your mind. Embrace and embody ease and reject rigidity. Embrace flow, reject demands for conformity and structure. Embrace expansiveness, reject contrived limitations. Embrace flexibility, reject single mindedness. Embrace going with the flow, your feelings your heart and your intuition and reject forcing things, making things happen, pushing things.

✨️Reject the Western capitalist mindset of force, violence, might makes right, my way or the highway, I got mine, get a job, they want to be homeless, they dont want to work, meritocracy bullshit, profits over people, more more more, bigger faster stronger, nothing is ever enough, be tough be a man, dont cry, hold your emotions in, "professionalism" and performing whiteness, worshipping capitalist excess, the "American dream" of obesity, opioid addiction, homelessness, childhood poverty, rapes, child trafficking, dark side of family life, abuse, unrestrained power, my dick is bigger than yours, you have to have that baby whether you want it or not, money buys happiness, my job is my identity, my career is all I am, my job title defines me, drudgery, mental slavery, prison of the mind, reality TV, endless social media scrolling, flexing for the gram, commodifying yourself for capitalist consumption, being a machine, working ever harder, no days off, sleep is for pussies, ill sleep when im dead, dog eat dog, baptism by fire, put the firehose in their mouth and turn it up all the way, the American way, American life, zionism, white supremacy, patriarchy, paternalism, eroticized sexual violence, fetishization, mainstreaming of hebephila, sexualizing childhood innocence, making everything cheap and dirty, everythings for sale in capitalism, nothing js sacred, everything is plastic.

✨️Open, endlessly expand and discover your unlimited mind, reject societal conditioning, kill your ego, ascend and awaken to the spiritual energetic being you are, open your third eye, see this virtual reality as the video game simulation it is, bills rent mortgage jobs work 9 to 5s emails Slack Teams meetings agendas promotions performance reviews succession planning unpaid overtime salaried benefits 401k "job security" executive golden handcuffs misery drudgery HR new hire orientation employee slave working to live working to die corporate induced death corporate zombie slave to the machine chained to your desk work from home work from anywhere but your mind shut off closed off shut down work through lunch never get up i dont have time to go to the bathroom no time to think no worries ill get that done for you right away i need this done like yesterday please advise reply all cc bcc blind copy do you copy she dropped dead at her desk yesterday and they filled her role today working in the corporate america plantation modern day slavery everybodys working for the weekend we didnt start the fire subliminal suicides corporate deicides CEO as god as the father as your priest as the principal as the ultimate male authority figure and symbol brazzers gonzo girls gone wild thats gross i like it onlyfans im your only fan how much for anal degradation desecration dessication problematize the sacred kill your parents god is a woman god is dead radiohead hail to the thief i used to rule the world i hear terrorists and the bells are ringing for some reason i cant explain i know st peter will call my name northrop grumman and raytheon stock is way up just a couple of dead babies in israel and raped grandmas in palestine stocks are up war is good war is slavery strength is peace oceania big brother aldous huxley brave new world brave new girl i live for the applause pornify my pussy shake yo dreads sexyy red usher will be performing at the superbowl halftime show man as machine im talking to the man in the mirror stranger in moscow kgb was stalking me how does it feel when youre alone and its cold inside marcus garvey murdered prophets my angel warned me that i would be the black sheep in my family more than my brother memorial day 2021 and i told my father on my parents deck my angel warned me that i would stand alone life is a mystery everyone must stand alone i hear you call my name and it feels like home its a beautiful life but im not concerned its a beautiful dream but a dream is earned people tell me to shut my mouth that i must conform i will not renounce the things that i have said i was meant to fight the english i am not afraid to die dont you know to doubt him is a sin i wont give in you can cut my hair and say that im a witch and burn me at the stake its all a big mistake...

[shardsofvoices]

I drew the Undertale AU that I was working on! This is LucidTale, and the main focus of the AU is Papyrus. Lore is under the drawing.

Lore: In LucidTale, Papyrus experiences multiple lucid dreams while he sleeps at night. As he dreams, he experiences nightmares quite often, and these nightmares include his friends (Toriel, Sans, Alphys, etc.) as disturbing monsters beyond recognition. Due to his dreams being lucid, any damage that the monsters inflict on him during the dream are inflicted onto his person in reality.

Because of these several nightmares, he has gained a form of anxiety towards being in the dark and being near his friends when they're upset or moving at a fast pace. Sans is usually doing Papyrus's job for him while he recovers from his dreams, and Alphys, Mettaton, and Asgore take care of Papyrus at the lab and in his home. Undyne is unable to visit him because she's easily angered and it causes Papyrus's anxiety to spike. Frisk is also unallowed to have knives near Papyrus due to Genocide Run Frisk appearing in his dreams.

Papyrus wears soft and longer clothes rather than his battle body because it helps hide his scars and it also gives him a form of comfort. As for the plushie, it gives him some form of support while he is lucid dreaming.

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The Global 3D Camera Market is estimated to surpass $17.3 billion market by 2030 growing at an estimated CAGR of more than 12.6% during the forecast period 2024-2030. Surging demand of 3D enrich content from entertainment industry and enhancement in 3D scanning technology are proliferating the demand of 3D camera in the market. Consumer electronics hold the largest market share of 41% in the end-user segment and will be a major driver for market growth due to rise in acceptance of the 3D Camera technology. Moreover, the automated operations in industries such as food and beverages, chemicals etc. started integrating 3D cameras with robotics arms which will further fuel the market for 3D cameras in future. Owing to the increased demand of the photographers, nowadays, there has been an increase in adoption of the 3D camera. Additionally, there has been a discernible increase in the demand for high-quality cameras for smartphones or professional cameras, which is creating opportunities for the manufacturers to innovate 3D Camera as a new product in the market.

The 3D camera market is witnessing a trend towards enhanced imaging technologies, allowing for sharper and more detailed captures. Innovations in sensor capabilities and image processing contribute to the production of high-quality 3D content, catering to diverse applications ranging from entertainment to industrial use. A significant shift is observed towards miniaturization of 3D camera technology to meet the demands of mobile devices. Manufacturers are working on compact and efficient 3D camera solutions suitable for smartphones and tablets, unlocking new possibilities in augmented reality (AR) experiences, facial recognition, and immersive gaming.

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Owing to the recent developments in the health care industry, 3D cameras have also penetrated into the healthcare sector. In 2023, LUCID Vision Labs launched the Helios 2 Ray Time of Flight 3D camera with a Sony DepthSense IMX556 sensor, 640 x 480 resolution, and 30 fps frame rate. Designed for indoor/outdoor use, it features a 69° x 51° FOV, supports Windows/Linux, uses 940 nm VCSEL laser diodes, is IP67 rated, and operates in -20°C to 50°C temperatures, making it ideal for diverse outdoor machine vision applications.

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TOF and Stereo cameras have dominated the 3D Camera Market as compared to the other technologies. The Time-of-flight principle is used by 3D cameras to measure the distance between the sensor and the nearest surface point. The stereo camera is a type of 3D camera that is mainly used for making stereoviews, range imaging, and 3D photos for movies. The image sensors present in stereo cameras will allow cameras to simulate human binocular vision and captures the 3D photocopies. The low cost combined with their suitability for general photography and consumer applications drives the adoption of stereo and TOF cameras.

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3D Camera Market Segment Analysis - By Application

3D cameras are one of the most promising sectors for the healthcare industry. Third dimension is playing a progressively important role in image processing application. 3D Cameras offers great scope to healthcare industry and another milestone was reached by adding 3D technology to our camera portfolio. More detailed and realistic images are offered by 3D cameras as comparison to previous models. It also allows images to be routed in different aspects such as Digital Visual Interface (DVI) and High-Definition Serial Digital Interface (HD-SDI). 3D Cameras (HD) technologies benefits converted to wireless Communication as well. Results High-resolution and Minimal latency images, without restrictive cables. These growing applications will drive the adoption of 3D Cameras in Healthcare sector

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Geographically, APAC has the most lucrative 3D camera market owing to the higher demand in the prominent consumer electronics market due to the presence of Samsung, Panasonic, Oppo, Xiaomi, and Vivo. Also, higher sales in the healthcare, construction, and automotive industries is influencing the 3D camera market by manifolds. Meere Company launched the next-gen Cube Eye 3D ToF camera lineup at CES 2022, featuring high precision, a compact design with an in-house ASIC chip for enhanced distance calculation, enabling touchless interaction, face recognition, eye tracking, and a future concept AR zone for virtual reality experiences in smart homes. Due to technological advancements in the region, APAC offered the maximum global market share of 37% in 2023. The rising smartphone production in the region combined with growing demand from the industrial sector will be the major drivers of the 3D Camera market in APAC region.

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Rising Number of Applications in Entertainment

Due to a rapid increase in the demand for HD movies, games, and videos, it has become easier for the new entrants to enter the 3D camera market. The 3D camera market is primarily driven by enhanced visual applications in the entertainment industry. Owing to the implementation of 3D technologies in the camera, the entertainment industry is anticipated to grow worldwide. The latest camera used to shot a film in Hollywood was by Weta Digital, with DNEG, Framestore, and MPC providing spectacular future cityscapes. The success of 3D camera in filmmaking is spawning many filmmakers that are venturing into 3D films, and the future will observe an enhanced frequency of 3D films, which is creating a sustainable 3D camera marketplace. 

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In the automotive industry, innovation is expected to drive the adoption of 3D Camera market. 3D cameras are used as range cameras in cars to detect the position of the car on the road. Using these sensors in the system's driver is warned regarding the vehicle approaching from behind so that he can change the lane and also it detects the deviation from the lane and warns the driver by vibrating the seat. In 2023, Pickit3D and Zivid have joined forces to provide cutting-edge 3D vision solutions for the automotive industry, amalgamating Pickit3D's adaptable automation solutions and Zivid's top-tier 3D cameras. This strategic partnership targets increased efficiency, competitiveness, and widespread adoption of Industry 4.0 technologies, benefiting major players such as Hyundai, Kia, GKN, and Toyota. These developments will enhance the adoption of 3D Cameras in the ADAS and Safety Systems market for automotive sector. Additionally, the autonomous trucks and self-driven vehicles are gradually emerging in the automotive industry which will further catapult the demand for 3D cameras. 3D Cameras find prominent usage in autonomous vehicles for improving the drivability. Thus, they are an essential tool in furthering autonomous vehicle research and deployment. Thus, this will drive market growth of 3D Cameras.

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High Cost of 3D Cameras

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Product launches, acquisitions, and R&D activities are key strategies adopted by players in the 3D Camera Market. Basler AG, Sick AG, Orbbec 3D Technology International, Inc., Panasonic Corporation, ifm electronic gmbh, Allied Vision Technologies GmbH, Vital Vision Technology Pte Ltd., Solomon Technology Corporation, Kandao Cognex Corporation are considered to be the key players of the 3D Camera Market.

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In January 2023, Orbbec, a global leader in 3D camera technology, launched its advanced 3D sensor cameras, Gemini 2 and Astra 2, at CES 2023. Powered by the new MX6600 ASIC chip, these cameras offer a wide field of view, exceptional sensing range, and high-quality depth processing, introducing innovative possibilities in 3D across various industries, supported by an easy-to-use SDK and multicamera sync capabilities.. 

In April 2023, SICK has unveiled the safeVisionary2, a compact 3D time-of-flight camera with ISO 13849 safety certification, leveraging three-dimensional environmental perception to enhance safety and productivity across various manufacturing and logistics settings.

In July 2022, TKH Group N.V. has successfully acquired Nerian Vision GmbH, a pioneering stereo machine vision company based in Germany. This strategic acquisition allows TKH to integrate Nerian into its portfolio of machine vision companies, operating under the TKH Vision group, while Nerian retains its brand identity and ongoing partnerships. 

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"Scientists have discovered how to break into people’s dreams and leave them messages"

A new study has suggested that it is possible to communicate people through their dreams, able to understand questions and reply with cogent answers.

“We found that individuals in REM sleep can interact with an experimenter and engage in real-time communication,” senior author Ken Paller of Northwestern University said in a statement. “We also showed that dreamers are capable of comprehending questions, engaging in working-memory operations, and producing answers.

“Most people might predict that this would not be possible--that people would either wake up when asked a question or fail to answer, and certainly not comprehend a question without misconstruing it,” he added.

The researchers attempted communications with 36 subjects who were lucid dreaming - during which the sleeping person is aware they are having a dream - across the US, France, Germany, and the Netherlands. Some participants were adept lucid dreamers, while others had never done it before.

They found that it was possible for people who were dreaming to follow instructions, do basic mathematics, answer yes-or-no questions, and tell various other sensory inputs apart.

In lieu of responding verbally, the subjects’ answers could be gleaned from eye movements or facial muscles.

Out of 158 questions, the dreamers responded correctly 18.6% of the time according to the report in Current Biology. The way these questions manifested were different for different people.

Some recalled the questions as part of the dream; another heard maths questions from a car radio, while yet another heard the researcher interrupting the dream asking if he spoke Spanish, Science reports.

“We put the results together because we felt that the combination of results from four different labs using different approaches most convincingly attests to the reality of this phenomenon of two-way communication,” Karen Konkoly, a PhD student at Northwestern University and first author of the paper, said.

She added that future studies of dreaming could sue these methods to parse someone’s brain activity when they were asleep compared to when they were awake.

This would help verify post-dream reports, such as machines that can stimulate sleepers into having certain dreams.

For everyday people, these methods could also be used to help those with sleep difficulties or suffering from nightmares.

“This work challenges the foundational definitions of sleep,” cognitive neuroscientist Benjamin Baird of the University of Wisconsin told Science.

“It is proof of concept, and the fact that different labs used all these different ways to prove it is possible to have this kind of two-way communication … makes it stronger.”

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Friday 19 February 2021 14:02 GMT

Controlled studies of the D2K phenomenon. Backing up the theory of remote covert hypnosis performed and studied during the sleep state.

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THE REALITY OF WALKING THE HIGH PRIESTESS PATH: MADNESS & MYSTICISM

when reality is truly stranger than fiction

26/12/2022:

As of now, I've been off all MIND ALTERING medications since march 2022 (its December 2022 and I just discharged from 3-4 weeks in a mental health clinic so I AM NOT CRAZY OR PSYCHOTIC AT THE TIME OF WRITING THIS.

I am evaluated as being, sane, although traumatised with complex ptsd and chronic dissociation and emotional trauma, but lucid with reality. JUST TO CLARIFY. I am sober and free from all mind-altering medications outside of clonidine and agomelatin (one is a blood pressure med with adhd helping properties and the other regulates sleep cycles and may also help depression but its basically like melatonin)and that’s the mildest thing ever so I have never been so chemically free, everyone can go and die. I'm lucid. I'm angry. I'm real. I'm taling.

From July or august I was waiting to get into <redacted>

In september they told us, he is no longer treating adult patients, and instead I would be seeing a "dr or a dr<redacted>"??

FLIP THE NAME OF THIS DR IN STRANGER THINGS TO REVEAL A REAL PSYCHIATRIST WHO ATTEMPTED TO RUIN MY LIFE THROUGH HIS BLACK LODGE CONNECTIONS, like I said, you cannot make this up.  

As per above the name is synonymous with a dr on the netflix series "Stranger Things' who worked at Hawkins energy lab in the 'Rainbow Room' with eleven. (the rainbow room was a trauma memory I had return post-EMDR in 2016 that led to a real-life local rainbow room near a childhood area I spent time in during childhood

I found this rainbow room BEFORE STRANGER THINGS CAME TO BE (2017)

the wiki for stranger things doesn't mention it until 2021

SO IMAGINE WHEN IT CAME OUT AFTER I FOUND THE RAINBOW ROOM IN REAL LIFE A FEW MONTHS LATER, I swear it was in the first season. so I was watching it FREAKING OUT SEEING THE REALITY OF WHERE A FLASHBACK LED ME (I CHASED MY MEMORIES INTO REAL-LIFE RABBIT HOLES)

what I found was really unpleasant so I digress I only watched the show because my ex was with me when I found the rainbow room in reality, told me there was a rainbow room in stranger things and because I was so needing validation for my crazy memories coming back, I went full steam ahead watching it to see if there was any mention. there was but not until seasons later.

I will no longer name where or what due to the liability of being under attack for speaking the ABSOLUTE facts. But I can give ALLUSIONS.

The rainbow room in my life where I followed my trauma memories by driving to where my memory drove me, led to this place being uncovered. it was not the worst thing I discovered, so that can give reference to how horrific that time period of memory integration was for me.

Filmed on a gopro in 2017 after a therapy exercise gone wrong. the rainbow room in Stranger Things was revealed after my discovery of the rainbow room in my personal life.

Saved on a hard drive with a myriad of other evidence

It could always be the meaningless coincidence, as they taught us in research methodology "correlation does not always equal causation".

Synopsis: The psychiatrist had the reversed name of doctor from a show based on MK-ULTRA subprojects in 80s and both pre and post the scope of that show.

<redacted> real life appointed psychiatrist was also involved in legal and forensic psychiatry.

A specific field that usually tends to work with legal, criminal psychiatry with what I am making an intuitive guess is a similar leaning to how criminology leans into forensic psychology.

So one could posit, a forensic psychiatrist, being a medical doctor, deals with criminal clients or clients with extensive legal/court/forensic matters. A family court case of custody of children comes to mind, but also, habitual criminals who also have mental health issues are probably within the scope of his client base.

He may also be trained to treat professionals within the legal system such as judges, magistrates, lawyers, solicitors, case workers, social workers, correction officers, court administrative staff, and other professions that come in the scope of justice NSW.

As I started off, I am merely speculating what a forensic psychiatrist who is working in the position of medical director of a private mental health hospital, may have a background in aside from general adult psychiatry.

I recall a friend having to go through court for this xanax induced crime in 2011, having a forensic psychiatrist write an analysis of his perception of what was "wrong" with my friend. I am sure, this is a common task they are assigned to do in that specialisation.  

So what does this have to do with me, a woman who has a minor criminal record ending in 2011 with a small offence of possession of substances that are all now legal in 2011..

My criminal history is otherwise: shoplifting age 15, shoplifting with no goods with a friend age 17, shoplifting a 73 cent pack of tic tacs and being charged and humilated by police at<redacted> car park in april 2011, which later was thrown out of the courtroom on the morning of the case. i am open because I am not ashamed of things I did as a teenager in an alter consciousness. The drugs were not mine and the blades were used to cut myself. I had stitches in my wrist at the time for self harm, and what the police did by having me in handcuffs for 2 hours goes against protocol and is probably illegal.

I have only ever had to report 1 sexual assault and had 1 AVO both being convinced going to police to report this was the right thing to do, as a victim and survivor

I had my parents call the police on me but due to my mental health I would never be charged or arrested only sent to the local psychiatric unit at the public hospital, which is normal for mental health cases I think.

So why did the forensic psych want me as his client, given my absence of all criminal, civil, legal and forensic issues.

I can theorise, and my theories again, could be upsetting if correct but also sound mentally deranged given my status.

again, we are in the realm of speculation, which is fine to entertain ideas without accepting them as absolutes.

this is merely a contemplative exercise to reflect on the chaos that has been the previous 2 years when I have been in a social dynamic that is "online" and how it somehow managed to link back to the childhood pedophile network of my origin despite me going internationally to elude this.

this is why speculation and being OBJECTIVE can be valuable.

I will now allude to my practice of spirituality

I will allude to events of 2021, focusing in on APRIL-JUNE EVENTS. NO NOT THE SECOND LOCKDOWN.

I will allude to the unveiling of particular links between paedophilia, which is a horrible and unnatural genetic disease and defect, and pseudo faux occult groups who use the symbols of other occultists to promote the agenda to push pedophilia into mainstream "LGBTIQ" movements.

We know, for those with eyes to see, souls to perceive and a past that has burnt truths deep into the brain and body although consciously, it's hard to piece a linear memory of that time of ritual abuse together, but it happened.

So a lot of legal people work in positions of power in the industry of law, especially in the state where it allows civil law to set precedent for all other states.

Case law allows one person to sue another person and is all about hearsay, I know or care nothing due to how banal it is.

But basic legal studies taught me that once it is set in precedent,all cases similar are given a context to outcome across both criminal and civil jurisdictions, on all levels of court.

In the case of my recent unveiling, my sequence of dreams of a cloaked group of psychiatrists hiding in a lecture hall doing a ritual I was NOT supposed to see, and being shocked I could see it, my theories are only that. No facts, just ideas.

You can see where I am going with this.

 I APOLOGISE THAT I HAVE TO BE CRYPTIC, but I will reveal more as time passes and I can absolutely reveal things with momentum

I am still in the process of integrating the lost time from the dissociative period of 2021, after all the shit I went through prior, I had not lost actual time or space until December 2021 since roughly December 2008. that SPEAKS FUCKING VOLUMES.

Do you think this allegedly pervasive inner upper echelon group of occult practitioners wanted me to find out about, hell no. its secret; but due to the imposter to redacted>, liar, fake and fraud, calling herself <redacted>and paying a<redacted><redacted> to do spells for her, we started to understand a link between her and a political secret occult order based from AU POLITICAL CAPITAL.

i am familiar with signs, symbol, sigil, ciphers and grimoire codex messages that activate my amygdala and primal parts of my brain, in a way that signals programming from earlier in my life when things were "against my own volition".

i know when the memories are triggered because looking at other things in photos or things with context that is proven now activated the same fear/adrenaline/adrenochrome charge of cortisol flooding my sympathetic nervous system, that rush of pure fucking fight or flight or freeze or faun that comes in its more severe, a structural dissocative state that creates fragmented parts of the psyche to survive the unsurviable, which was essentially the first 11 or so years of my life on earth. if not more maybe 15 ish, I was here and there, in and out as I was older, some memories I've never lost, so I've always had a co-conscious aspect which is my complex trauma vs dissociative identity disorder sliding spectrum. dissociation is a sliding scale, it was severe, and then it became less so until I lost time again in may 2021, when I was pushed out for magickal trauma being inflicted by an event I will detail in due time.

i do however have many parts which I've been working hard to integrate since 2017, in mass retrival mode.

Maybe it wasn’t supposed to be found, perhaps I do not care to whistle blow, but given she was affiliated and could be still a double agent, to stop further discovery of this, the best thing to do was take away my executive function.

Knowing they are linked to a lot of legal careers, it would not be outside the realm of possibility, they have extended contacts in psychiatry , what business would a FORENSIC PSYCHIATRIST HAVE BEING IN CHARGE OF A PRIVATE LUX MENTAL HEALTH CLINIC?

PEDOPHILE VIP PROTECTION IN CLIENTS KNOWN AS PEDOPHILES BOTH OFFENDERS AND CONVICTED, AND NON OFFENDERS, AS IT PROMOTES INCLUSIVITY

GATEKEEPING THE VICTIMS

SUBTLY EMPOWERING THE PEDOPHILE OFFENDERS/CHILD ATTRACTED PATIENTS, TO PROMOTE HOW 'THEY ARE GOOD PEOPLE WITH BAD URGES'.

WE KNOW THEY DON’T GET LONG IN PRISON, WHAT HAPPENS TO THEM? IF THEY ARE RICH OF COURSE THEY GET TREATMENT, AND I HAVE MET 6 IN MY TIME OF THE <redacted>

redacted THE FAKE LESBIAN, A BIPOLAR CLIENT, ENDED UP ADMITTING TO BEING ATTRACTED TO CHILDREN.

Her mom worked at a school she did too sometimes, leading me to cover the education department, media, and all realms of influential upper-middle class - upper class social areas around that clinic that may be full of offenders who cannot be in prison, and need a place to be in a double bind experiment to prove to the society "pedos can be reformed".

I do not agree, will never accept or tolerate this notion

Buy my theory is only based on things outside the scope of what and why a person is talking to a psychiatrist. ?

You see, I know more than most patients.

Not that im so smart or wise, infact, I downplay my intelligence with neurological deficits such as ADHD comorbid with cptsd which was revolving s lot from being A VICTIM of the same pedophiles these treatment centres protect.

Nobody will ever admit that to me, nor would I say anything because I know that is a recipe for disaster.

What would come between him accepting me, my dreams and my 10 year treating psychiatrist unexpectedly discarding me?

A doctor who knows how to use legal and medical terminologhy to manipulate, persuade, threaten, convince and use the power of "PSYCH DOC" vs "MENTAL ILL PATIENT"

To sow seeds of discord, distrust and dislike in redacted and likely built a dossier, because of my behaviour last year due to the mask issue, about being all things that are not true, and playing on what doubts she may have of me.

The thing is, he already knew what would happen because this was set up before I had even been told I had to see her for a referral.

Setting me up, for failure, further pain, trauma, rejection, and other things.

The medication no longer matters because I am not going to be controlled by this hidden hand, the issue is, the enemy is operating in ways, I cannot see, and if I cant see it, why do I mind? Sending me into medication paranoia would serve a purpose far more beneficial than me not knowing what they are doing at all. Ignorance is bliss.

<redacted>

I have a feeling dr SO> has told her this, and she has developed this idea from his "expert" forensic analysis based on my case files.

I have a feeling, and am writing this to log it, so in future, I can see what happened, how it may have been caused and what can be done moving on?

I went to the <redacted>, the next day REDACTED>  MY abusive ex turns up. I don’t care if this is accidental, he wouldn’t even know, but my roommate has a high connected job and tells me yes. he did have a court case in Downing Center recently.  

He was there and was kicked out the morning I decided to leave to ente REDACTED after the CEO OF TREDACTEDD WENT TO OF <REDACTED>TO SECURE MY ADMISSION

THE ADMIN GIRL TOLD ME REDACTED WAS KICKED OUT OVER ME, all REDACTEF>staff confirmed to me when I reentered on the 8th THIS WAS A LIE

AND WHY WOULD SHE EVEN KNOW?

imagine if your ex who molested and raped you 100sof times turned up to a place you were supposed to get rehabiliated?

let alone at the same time of year a decade later from the place that 'saved' you from him first, now they push him at you showing you how fucking messed up life is, because you are no longer safe and the therapist who you showed your vulnerability too, knows your secrets and will stop at nothing to ULTIMATELY DESTROY YOU KICKING YOU WHEN YOU ARE DOWN.

if by accident, then the universe is fucking ironic in a nasty way

At this point, something strange is happening because despite the ceo and my psychiatrist at the REDACTEDreferal. REDACTEDREJECTED my admission, never happened to me before.

I had to then return to the <REDACTED>, completed 15 days, which is basically 25 days all up, counting the first attempt where my x shows up

I did the program, finished up before Christmas, and returned home, but nothing has really changed. They changed my medications to:

Melatonin 4 mg

Clonidine 2mg at night

SO ALLEGEDLY FOR ADHD BUT ONLY USEFUL FOR CONJUNCT USE WITH A STIMULANT

VALDOXAN, yet refused to get my liver enzyme test when I requested it despite it causing me elevated enzymes in 2013

30 mg diazapam a day

20 mg of temazapam at night

1 ferrograd c in the morning

So he offered me A WAKEFULNESS DRUG FOR NARCOLEPSY CALLED:

modafinil, I said ok,BUT IT WAS $250 FOR 28 DAYS TABLETS, AND NOT EVEN PROVEN TO HELP ADHD LET ALONE CHEMICALLY SIMILAR TO ANYTHING PROVEN.

 then he refused to give new meds unless it was a mood stabiliser ALONE.

 Illogical given absence of mania.

My discharge paper says depression, which I do not have. COMPLEX POST TRAUMATIC STRESS

and ADHD untreated can mimic clinical depression but environment immediately change affect.

The first dx sheet says:

Cptsd

Adhd

BPD-11 I assume that’s bipolar 2, despite never being manic

Panic disorder

redacted clinic dx 2021 dx sheet says

ADHD- neurological

CPTSD, STRESS, ATTACHMENT DISORDER

Polysubstance use disorder (what, don’t you treat these things with substances and usually the more dx the more meds?)

So that’s the iceberg, nothing is resolved aside from my own inner things I shall not even permit to be shared.

I know what to do, but the obstacles are unending.

I know how to do things, but the enemy seems to gain momentum from my meds being messed with. I am resolved to be ok, this is my life, lets just forget medication and work out how to get off it all. It will take a LONG time, and long could mean another 6-10 yr.

So they can only keep me if they give me a helpful medication, for adhd, and I will comply, if not, why would I take anything bar the melotonin and continue on holistic?

Nothing. I am chemically free.

This is my mind off medication, see, I can piece together the hidden clues and work the secrets they hide out.

This is why they hide me away from the world.

I haven't had anything considered mind altering or unprescribed since MARCH LAST YEAR. Aside from an array of ALCOHOL AND SEDATIVES. TO TRY AND SWITCH OFF MY RACING MIND WHICH IS NOW NEUROLOGICALLY DIAGNOSED BY A BRAINSCAN AS A NEURODEVELOPMENT DISORDER 'ADHD & CPTSD' and has relied on chemical substituted concoctions for over a decade to be functional in society.

I had such a bad reaction to the medication called Vyvanse Ii was given in 2021 during my time in a clinic, it almost caused me a pulmonary event after I fractured my knee in 2021.

 and bc I don't have a covid vaccine and this was during lockdown, I wss trapped in a ED for AGES and they were NOT letting me go. I WILL NEVER take that HELL drug again. I almost got HOSPITAL ARREST bc I REFUSED TO KEEP A FACE MASK ON. THEY HAD ME LOCKED AWAY, SEDATED ON MORPHINE, ENDONE AND BENZOS LIKE A LEPER BECAUSE I WAS UNVAXXED AND WOULDN'T LET ME READ OR HAVE A VISTIOR OR BE ON MY PHONE FOR HOURS.

I wasn't able to get my injury looked at because they only cared about this "clot" In my lungs, I was put on vyvanse a few months prior so I assumed it must have been from that and my panic attack made the situation 1000x worse.

Every time a nurse told me to look at the blood pressure or ECG machine to get the rate down, it just went up, biofeedback is traumatic for me.

They were unable to work out why the sedative wasn't making me docile.

I'll tell you why. I am generationally immune to them. My grandmother was given large amounts of Valium while she was in labor with my mother, which was a premature birth. This lasted a few weeks. So she was up to about 80 mg of diazapam per day to prevent the birth of my mother.

This could be experimental, I am yet to do a literature review

MK-ULTRA subprojects led to social constructs to assign labels to behaviour beyond the "normal" range in society. This came from WW1-2 and in 1952 or 3 lithium began the psychiatric movement to medicate the patients who were locked in asylums and mental institues and given LOBOTOMIES, neurosurgery and a myriad of BARBARIC physical brain manipulations. Showing how archaic the field is.

They told us in about meds they have 5 classes of meds they work with:

Anti psychotics

Anti depressants

Anti anxiety / benzo/barbiturate/sleep pill

Mood stabiliser

Stimulants

Not one new medical mode of treatment has been created since the originals came out, the mood stabiliser, being lithium, anti psychotics, anti depressants, barbiturates and stimulants were all around that same time.

Midnight arrived, time to catch up on prayers, eat and drink and smoke some marijuana. Possibly tequila. Why?

Self medication because the drugs given are not helping. They didn’t think or know better because it’s the want to inflict the pain on me. So its time to go back to where I know, where is my informed consent.

I COULD TAKE THE CLONIDINE VALDOXAN AND MELOTONIN, or one or two or none who knows?

Give me the lamotrigine and dex and I would be compliant.

Play with my chemicals and I will never obey.

I will never obey when my needs are not respected.

I am a human guinea pig, I am a lab rat

My life is ruined by psychiatry. Why should I not sue them? What if I join the inner inner political lodge of thelema OTO in canberra, the one I discovered being linked to my current spiritual temple I FOUND IN 2015, BUT BY COINCIDENCE ONE OR TWO OF THE NEW MEMBERS HAPPEN TO BE PART OF THESE NEFARIOUS ORGANISATIONS, yes, I got astrally ATTACKED FOR THIS, but I am OF UNIVERSAL JUSTICE TO SPEAK OF THE TRUTH? What then?

I have been betrayed and hurt by everyone I ever knew ans that’s the recipe to kill me

I wont die, I won't be killed by the sinister evil enemies are playing in.

I will survive by my own volition.

Don’t let them scare you.

I am rogue, I am no one and belong to nobody

I am not afraid to live with a new lense

I am open to being cured by the sickness inflicted by legal psychiatric medications.

I will be avenged for how my brain was meddled with for 20 years.

I will find joy, pleasure and happiness with no chemical 0r behavioural substitute.

It may take years but today I am cutting ties with all things that are not 100.

TIME IS TICKING, you took what is my birthright but thinking I couldn't fight back, but now I see things with clarity and you can always pull the "shes fucking insane" card over me, but that won't devalue the reality or truth in what is being stated from actual physical, mental, emotional, spiritual and metaphysical reality; let alone magickal.

The other is the collective of egotists who continued experimental regimes done during the war in america under project paperclip, and in other countries under other subproject names, who began the field of psychiatry.

So basically two different ends of the same snake. <INSERT RELIGION HERE>

 We don’t even need to justify the issues of religion, let alone a specific one.

I'm my own salvation

I am worthy of my goals, dreams and visions of the future

I will manifest all my purposes in life drive me towards pursuing. My soul will find its fire and once more, the ashes begin to pile from the scraps that settled after the last fire.

For some of us, the brightest ones I was told, once, those who burn the brightest, are deliberately hurt the most

What is hidden will always be illuminated by the light.

[relicstomb]

Reality is defined as the state of things as they actually exist, as opposed to an idealistic or notional idea of them

Ironically the way we as people tend to define our reality is through the lives of others.

You see, reality is not as mundane and linear as you have been mislead into believing. The laws of physics are only applicable to those who don't understand that Perspective and experience is the one True law.

Many of us have been lead to examine the world through the lens of other people's belief systems. But if you sit back for a second and allow yourself to recall the moments that don't add up you'll see you've experienced what can't be proven through scientific hypothesis and study countless times.

Deja Vu. Lucid Dreams. Astral projection. Intuitive moments of clarity where you download information you could not know and perceive things before they occur. We speak of the impossible while viewing the anomalies in nature as if they don't matter because we can't reproduce the results in a lab. You cast aside your reasoning in those moments and rationalize away what you just saw and heard. It feels safer to live in the known. The invention of the camera made it possible to record things that otherwise nobody would believe. But the persistence of the mind to want to stay in homeostasis clouds the human rationale. Even though we've encountered the supernatural thousands of times and seen the ethereal realm every night in our sleep we deny it's existence through our actions.

Let us be sheep no more. Let the man who believes he is blind put down his walking stick and simply open his eye. I pray peace and prosperity be among you all. But above all I pray you reach a place of wisdom and clarity so that you may to see the world through the eyes of a God and realize.... Reality is Really self defined

[underoostarks]

Shifting Realities (1)

Summary: After years of being together, you finally told Tony about the truth— your ability to shift realities for your own desire.

Warning: fluff, a bit of angst

Word Count: 888

A/N: I'm new to writing fanfics so criticism are highly appreciated but please do approach me in a nicely manner! :)

A/A/N: If you wanted to see this chapter virtually you can go see it on my tiktok.

It's been a while since you've got a grip on creating your own desire reality.

You've been introduced before with lucid dream but not this. When you've finally heard about this, you couldn't help but imagine what your life could've been if you're with Tony and taking care of him in everything.

You couldn't help but thought how is it to be loved by the genius, billionaire, playboy, and philanthropist himself.

Would he really sacrifice himself for you?

Would he really change his playboy antics just for you?

Those little thoughts bottled up day by day that you just saw yourself already creating a script for your little scheme.

I mean, nothing would gone wrong, right?

You've been with Tony through sickness and in health, through the happiness and in the roughest time.

You didn't regret a thing about meeting Tony and loving him every single day. You both are like a match made in heaven.

Sure, there are fights and arguments that come along the way but that's also one of the reason why you guys are still continue loving each other. It only makes your relationship stronger.

You've never been this happy in your entire life and neither was he.

He's so sweet and everything. His eyes is one of the things that you love most about him. Those eyes that tells a story, the truth of what he's feeling.

Those soft delicate brown eyes that draws you deeper into him.

Those eyes that shines just like how the stars twinkles as you stargaze the night away, your head leaning to his shoulder, sitting comfortably in the forts of blanket that we specifically arranged because you've always wanted to experience that.

You've witness the entire galaxy revolving around in his eyes, the sight didn't help but complete your smile.

You're contented with this kind of life.

Though, there are rough times especially waiting for the Avengers to finish their mission and hopefully, your husband would come home in one piece.

You couldn't do anything but wait and distract yourself —by roaming around Tony's lab and tries to understand what he's currently working since it never fails to put a smile on his face when you took an interest to his work— until F.R.I.D.A.Y. notifies you that they are already home.

"I'm sorry, honey. Come again about what you're explaining?" You heard Tony asked as he walked towards you, his soft and calm voice pulls you away from your thoughts.

Yeah, right. Years of dating that led to marriage, you couldn't help but feel guilty as time passes by. You feel like you're committing a mistake and it's eating you alive so you've thought about opening the topic to Tony.

"That.. I, months ago.. I tried to—-to.." Your husband always knew when there is something wrong about you, and he sensed that you're in panic so he did what he always did to you.

He came beside you and sit, wrapping his arms around your waist as he makes you lay your head on his shoulder as he whisper sweet nothings in your ear, trying his best to soothe you calm.

"It's okay. Don't worry, sweetcheeks. I'm here."

Minutes has passed and you're calm and ready to explain it to him again. You pulled away from the hug and straight looked into his eyes.

"I'm not supposed to be here. There's another reality out there that I came from, and in that reality you didn't even knew me." You could see in his eyes that he's confused.

He wanted to ask you a dozen or maybe even a million questions on what were you saying but he couldn't find himself speaking.

You held his hands as you try to make him look into your eyes again.

"Look at me, okay.." Slowly, he finds your eyes and you couldn't help but tear up at his innocence.

"It's eating me alive and I wanted this out of my chest. That's the truth, afterall." You looked into the surroundings of the penthouse. "Everything that we've done together in this, should've not happen."

"Wait.." he looks at the ground, his mind is going around the place. Even with his high IQ, he didn't know any idea of what you're talking about. He's trying to wrap his head with the information you're trying to say but he couldn't bring himself to it.

"So.. you're telling me that in your reality-" he pulled his hands away from your grasp and stood up, slowly walking away from you. "I didn't know you exist?"

His mind can't grasp a thing about what you're trying to prove. Seconds after seconds, he's starting to doubt the existence of reality. He's starting to question what's real and fake.

"Yeah." You gulped as you follow his moves. Your voice broke but you hoped Tony didn't notice. "But you're happy anyway.."

That statement made him stop and turned his body onto you, leaning his upper body a bit closer to you.

"Are you hearing yourself? I don't think I could ever be happy without you." He looked at you, scoffing not believing you even a bit.

Your mind flashes moments of him, Robert Downey Junior, laughing, giggling, and smiling at the premieres of the Iron Man trilogy.

What a lie.

What a lie.

What a lie.

— NEXT

[bloodsweatandpotato]

Dhmis AU Plot summary

The trio are in a simulation. They understand something’s wrong, especially Harry, who seems to be gradually regaining some memories/awareness of the outside word, but none of them can quite remember what is normal and what isn’t. When they try to, it’s always just out of reach.

The simulation was created by Roy, who’s basically a ‘scientist’ working to develop a sort of electrical impulse/ drug induced simulation so immersive, the subject forgets it’s not real. You should also know that Roy is… not right mentally, and feels that the ends (his research and inevitable million dollar profit), justify the means (unethical and downright criminal test methods).

Robin and Harry all but adopted Roy’s biological son Manny, after seeing Roy’s neglectful to the point of being abusive behavior. When Roy realized nobody would volunteer to be a test subject, he kidnapped the closest people to be his guinea pigs, namely, the trio.

After being kidnapped by a person under the alias of Money Man (who Roy pays to do his dirty work), the trio are brought to Roy’s ‘lab’ (building used to be a cold storage building, before it went out of business and was bought by Roy. Supplies are from Roy’s career as a scientist, and stolen/bought hospital supplies).

The simulation starts out normal enough, with the the three plunged into a replica of their own house, only brighter, more fake, more... plastic and felt textured. The trio carry on as if everything is normal, having forgotten the kidnapping and seemingly unbothered by the fakeness of the house.

Roy is intrigued, and wants to know how far he can go before they realize and wake up. After all, all they need to do to leave the simulation is to figure out they’re in one, and pull the metaphorical plug. Inspired by his disgust for the trio’s ‘frivolous’ behavior in the real world, Roy decides to teach the trio all some lessons, children’s show style. And his sadistic side makes sure it turns out entertaining in a much more bloody fashion.

With the introduction of a form-changing sketch pad, which can transform into a human, so begins the lessons.

Paige the sketchbook teaches creativity, Tony the Clock time, Larry the lamp dreams, and all other objects in the house come alive periodically as well. All major physical damage is reversed by the end of the lesson, though minor cuts and scrapes are deemed too insignificant to fabricate healing for.

Different lessons are taught over and over.

Eventually, Colin the computer, which had, until recently, only helped Tony teach about digital clocks, teaches the trio about the wonderful world of the internet.

Harry’s had enough, and begins to break free of the simulation. Roy, extremely dismayed, quickly projects something more real. He’s not ready to give up his guinea pigs yet. He switches to Harry’s life outside of the house.

Although Harry doesn’t consciously remember the previous simulation, he, on some level, seems to remember the idea of singing, teaching objects.

Roy leaves him be for a while, convinced his memories of the previous simulation will fade with time.

Meanwhile, Manny and Robin can’t quite remember Harry. They know something is missing, but they can’t quite grasp what it is. To distract them, Roy introduces some new teachers.

Steve the steak, Benny bread, and Lana the can. Time to teach about healthy eating.

Not everything goes as planned though, with Harry starting to realize this place is fake. He finds a phone booth, and uses his newfound knowledge of this reality to make a call to the house phone. While this place makes one highly suggestible, it also is easily molded itself, when somebody has enough lucidity to shape it.

Roy is quick to shut down Harry’s tries, keeping Robin from answering the phone by warping the simulation, and keeping poor Manny occupied with the teachers. Finally, Robin manages to get to the phone and hear a short warning from Harry, before the line goes dead.

Robin knows to much, and is too close to discovering the simulation. Roy decides to take him out altogether, and have some fun with it. Eaten by a giant, unnamed monster can, Robin’s mind is put in a state of stasis mimicking death. He knows nothing more until days later.

Harry leaves the phone booth, unable to contact the house phone anymore.

A few days later, Manny is in bed, mourning the loss of his friends. He’s not sure what happened, or where they went, or even specifically when, but he know’s he used to be with them. He misses them. He cries himself to sleep, before waking from a nightmare.

Larry the lamp is there to greet him. Time for a one on one lesson about nightmares. Manny begins to go through the normal torture.

Meanwhile, Harry is more determined than ever to get to his friends, and is back at it, once again trying to figure out this place. Finally breaking free of the simulation’s lies, he is met with the control room, Roy’s own special place within the simulation.

With all his memories back, Harry is forced to Watch Manny’s latest psychological torture session by the hand of Larry. He pushes random buttons in an attempt to save Manny, but instead other teachers appear and disappear, as well as Robin at one point.

Finally, Roy enters the control room, placing a hand on Harry’s shoulder in silent plea to join him.

Harry declines, pulling the plug. Just as he pulls it, Roy, in a desperate last ditch attempt to keep them from escaping, changes the simulation.

He changes it to something happier, something perfect.

Everyone is their favorite colors, and Paige (new and improved to be friendly) starts up her song again. But they aren’t free yet.

(To be updated as I write more and more of the story is revealed. Find my masterlist of the chapters and artwork here! Check back regularly, as I often upload chapters out of order on the timeline! This will hopefully help you understand my stories, even if you don’t read every one)

[moonknightly]

and you keep me holding on : santiago garcia x reader (nine)

Word Count: 2.3k+

Excerpt: “He’s figured out that she thinks she’s dreaming every time she opens her eyes and sees him. She thinks that she’s going to wake up to Nathan and that Santiago will be gone.”

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault, cursing, uhhh I think that’s it?

[SERIES MASTERLIST]

OCTOBER FIFTH — DAY TWO

Santi isn’t sure who calls her parents, but they’re in the waiting room the next morning and while he knows that they have every right to be there, he wishes that they would just go away. Her mother is already talking about taking her “home” the second she’s released from the hospital.

He doesn’t have the energy to fight with them yet, doesn’t know how to tell her grieving parents that her home is with him. She belongs with him, he’ll take care of her.

But then again, he’s already failed once.

Maybe she won’t feel safe with him anymore.

Maybe she won’t feel safe in the new apartment, she won’t recognize it. Sure, she’ll look around and see familiar furniture, some pictures and the duvet she’d picked out herself. Nevada. Maybe she’ll smell Santi’s cologne in the air or the stench from the cigarettes he smokes when things get just a little too hard, but it’ll all be in a space that’s entirely new.

Did he make the right decision? Should he have stayed at the last place?

No. No, he doesn’t think that would’ve been smart either.

Maybe she does need to go with her parents, back to the house she grew up in, where her room hasn’t been touched since she was in high school and everything is familiar.

But then she says his name in her sleep, and he knows that he’s not going to be able to let her go.

He knows he can take care of her. He’ll do it right this time, he’ll never let a damn thing happen to her ever again.

So Santi shuts it down the moment her mother brings it up again, and he’s surprised that her father actually sides with him on it. It doesn’t turn into an argument like he thought it would and he’s beyond thankful for that.

She stays asleep for most of the day, only waking up for a little while at a time, and when she does, she refuses to take her eyes off of Santi. It only serves as further confirmation that she needs him, he’s the right decision.

Jay offers to stay with them for a while, thinking maybe they’ll both feel better with another set of eyes, a little added protection, and at first Santi shakes his head — he feels guilty for some reason, he doesn’t know exactly why but he feels like it’s too much.

But then she has a nightmare, and he watches as Jay immediately reaches out and touches her cheeks to let her know she’s not alone, she’s safe and they’re right there. Santi’s positive that Jay has noticed that he hasn’t touched her yet, and he also knows that she probably needs someone who will be able to give her physical reassurance when she wants it.

So he caves, only if Jay will take his bed while he crashes on the couch and of course Jay says no.

But it’s not something they really have to worry or argue about right then.

She’s not going anywhere anytime soon.

OCTOBER SIXTH — DAY THREE

Every single news channel has been covering her return just as much, if not more, as her disappearance. They’re still looking for Nathan, but Santi’s sure they’ll never find him. Not anytime soon, at least.

He didn’t know if he’d dumped her with the intention of her being found alive or dead, but either way he has to know she’s been found and that they’re looking for him again with the same amount of ferocity as they had been when she first went missing. He hates to think about that, how after just a few months everything just seemed to die down for everyone else but those in his little circle, and even then sometimes he felt like the only one who still cared.

Santi shakes his head and pushes those thoughts away.

Her. He just needs to focus on her.

They’d gotten her temperature up, and the cocktail of medicine they’d been pushing for the last three days seem to be doing their job. Her scans all came back clear, no damage to her heart or brain. All in all, she’s responding well to treatment.

She’s still confused though, still disorientated whenever she wakes up but the doctors assure Santi that it’s completely normal and to be expected. He’d asked them how long it would take for her to become lucid and coherent, and they hadn’t really been able to give him an answer.

Could be a few days, could be another week.

But it’s okay, she needs to rest. She needs to rest and Santi needs to get a fucking grip on himself so he can be there for her when she’s finally fully conscious again.

He thinks the nurses have started to notice that he’s keeping his distance, and that they’ve been setting him up to touch her in small ways that he can never really say no to.

“Can you fix her blanket for me?”

“Hold her hand up while I replace the bandage on her IV?”

“Help me slide her over?”

He always does what’s asked of him, but his fingers never linger and he’s managed to do it all without directly touching her skin so far. The sweatshirt she’s in is good for more than just keeping her warm.

But still, he doesn’t really count it as touching her. Direct contact with her body isn’t something he can even imagine right now because he still wants to cry every time he pulls away from her, and he’s only touching a fucking piece of clothing she’s wearing.

Santi needs to get his shit figured out.

It’s not fair to her, not in the least.

So at three in the morning, when he knows it’s going to be another hour before her morning labs are drawn, when he knows that there won’t be a single person in to bother them until then, he gets out of the chair he’s been living in and moves to sit on the end of her bed.

She stirs, and the panic in her eyes is immediate. Her fingers tighten around the blanket and she looks like she’s getting ready to scream or cry out.

He hates it. He hates causing it even though he knows that he’s not really the reason behind it.

He clears his throat and whispers her name, trying his best to keep his voice from wavering.

She blinks, his voice clearly registering in her head though she still looks confused and unsure, but the terror melts away. She knows this is someone safe, someone that she can trust and someone who isn’t going to hurt her. She’s safe.

“Stay.”

“I’m right here, baby.”

She shakes her head and closes her eyes again. “You always leave.”

He’s figured out that she thinks she’s dreaming every time she opens her eyes and sees him. She thinks that she’s going to wake up to Nathan and that Santiago will be gone.

It breaks his heart.

“You’re not dreaming sweetheart. You’re okay.”

She shakes her head again.

“I’m right here,” he repeats, taking a deep breath before he reaches his hand out, but he stops when he’s only an inch away.

There’s no heat radiating from her, and if he wasn’t standing there watching her breathe he’d be thinking the worst.

It finally hits Santi just how small and fragile she is.

And now he feels like if he touches her, he’ll break her.

He pulls his hand back.

He’ll try again tomorrow.

OCTOBER SEVENTH — DAY FOUR

It’s cold and dark and his voice is coming from all around her. He’s calling her name, threatening her with things that she tries so hard to block out but they still creep into her mind, filling her with even more panic and dread as she’s left to think about what he’s going to do to her once he finds her.

Nathan calls it “The Game”.

He gives her a thirty second head start, tells her to run as far and as fast as she can, and if she can get away, she’s free. She can go home.

But if he catches her, his twisted words become a reality. He’ll keep her chained up for a few days, or maybe it’s a couple weeks or even a month, she’s never really sure but then the cycle repeats.

And he always catches her, always. No matter how sure she is that she’s finally escaped, he’s always right there to pin her to the ground and have his way with her. He’s always there to crush her hope and what little faith she’s able to gain back in those brief moments of thinking she’s free.

She shakes her head, trying to clear her mind enough to focus. She needs to get moving.

She looks down to figure out which way she had come and there’s snow. She hates snow. She used to love it, back when her and Santi would go for walks around Christmas time, hot cocoa in hand with their arms linked together. She wonders if he’s put the tree up this year. She wonders if Christmas has already passed.

But per usual, that happy thought of Santiago is ripped away from her when she hears Nathan’s voice again, this time only closer. Her skin crawls.

She has to start running. She knows she’s not as fast as she used to be, she’s too weak, but she has to try.

God, she hates snow.

She never stands a chance. It’s always so easy for Nathan to follow her tracks, and it always feels like there are tiny little needles stabbing into her bare feet with each step she takes, but she doesn’t allow herself to feel it in the moment, no. She never thinks about the pain until The Game is over, because of course she’ll take that moment of pain in trade for freedom. She’ll take those pins in needles if it means she’s just one step closer to getting away.

She thinks she might have it this time. Nathan’s voice is far off again, and she can see something in the distance. A road, maybe.

Yes, a road. That was definitely a car zooming past.

She runs faster, that familiar hope blossoming in her chest. She’s so close, so so close. Just a few more yards-

But then there’s crushing weight on top of her, and rough hands grabbing at her hips and she doesn’t have to look to know who it is.

He found her, of course he found her.

She immediately starts to cry, kicking herself because she should have expected it, she shouldn’t have gotten her hopes so high. All Nathan does is laugh and pull her closer, and then she feels his hand move into her hair. He holds her head up so she can keep her eyes on the road while he gets himself ready to do what he always does.

She tries to just lay there, begging her mind to drift off towards Santi, towards her safe place. When she thinks about him instead of what’s happening, it’s not so bad. Santi makes it all better.

But then another car drives by, and then another, and another and she can’t focus on anything but the fact that she’d been so close. There were people right there, maybe close enough to hear her if she’s loud enough.

She screams.

She wakes up screaming.

She’s screaming and kicking and Santi’s immediately by her side, calling her name, begging her to look at him but she doesn’t hear a thing, doesn’t register it.

He calls out for a nurse, starting to panic, afraid that she’s hurt and in pain but then he hears his name leave her lips in a broken, mangled sob and he knows she must’ve been dreaming.

He wants to cry with her. He hates seeing her like this.

Two nurses rush into the room, trying to get her attention as well but to no avail. They’re asking her what hurts, what happened, but all she can do is thrash around and call out for Santi again.

Hearing her like that, it’s the final push he needs to finally reach out to her.

Santi takes her hand, kissing each of her knuckles once he feels like she’s not going to punch him while he whispers that it’s okay, he’s right here and he’s not leaving her. She’s not with Nathan, she’s not in danger. She’s okay.

She doesn’t calm down, not really, so beyond terrified that Santiago’s voice is nothing but a trick her mind is playing on her, that he is the dream, one her brain had created to block it all out.

He repeats his words a second time, moving one of his hands up to her cheek, and it seems to break her out of it just a little bit more. He brings the second one up so that he’s cupping her face, and he watches as she immediately melts into him.

“You’re okay, sweet girl, it’s okay. It’s me, Santi.”

She doesn’t open her eyes. He wishes she would, but he doesn’t expect her to, not really. She’s so tired and he’s sure crying has left her completely exhausted.

He knows he’s right when her breathing evens out again.

But he doesn’t let go. Now that he’s touched her, he doesn’t want to stop, even though he knows that once she’s coherent it’ll probably be the last thing she wants.

He’ll take it while he can get it though.

He holds her hand all night long.

[themedicalstate]

People Answer Scientists’ Queries in Real Time While Dreaming

Researchers demonstrate that during REM sleep, people can hear—and respond to—simple questions (What is eight minus six?)

Dreams are full of possibilities; by drifting into the world beyond our waking realities, we can visit magical lands, travel through time and interact with long-lost family and friends. The notion of communicating in real time with someone outside of our dreamscapes, however, sounds like science fiction. A new study demonstrates that, to some extent, this seeming fantasy can be made real.  

Scientists already knew that one-way contact is attainable. Previous studies have demonstrated that people can process external cues, such as sounds and smells, while asleep. There is also evidence that people are able to send messages in the other direction: Lucid dreamers—those who can become aware they are in a dream—can be trained to signal, using eye movements, that they are in the midst of a dream.

Two-way communication, however, is more complex. It requires a person who is asleep to actually understand what they hear from the outside and think about it logically enough to generate an answer, explains Ken Paller, a cognitive neuroscientist at Northwestern University. “We believed that it was going to be possible—but until we actually demonstrated it, we weren’t sure.”

For this study, Paller and his colleagues recruited volunteers who said they remembered at least one dream per week and provided them with guidance on how to lucid dream. They were also trained to respond to simple math problems by moving their eyes back and forth—for example, the correct answer to “eight minus six,” would be moving your eyes to the left and right twice. While the participants slept, electrodes attached to their faces picked up their eye movements and electroencephalography (EEG)—a method of monitoring brain activity—kept track of what stage of sleep they were in.

As Paller’s team was conducting these experiments, they discovered three groups in Germany, France and the Netherlands who were attempting to accomplish the same thing. Instead of competing, the groups decided to collaborate. They carried out similar experiments, although with slightly different methods of answering questions and receiving responses. The German group, for example, transmitted their math problems using Morse code, and the French group asked their participant—a person with narcolepsy who had expert lucid-dreaming abilities—to answer yes-or-no questions with facial muscle contractions rather than eye movements.

Across the four studies, there was a total of 36 participants and 158 trials during which the researchers could verify lucid dreaming and attempted to establish contact. Answers were considered correct if three of four raters were in agreement on whether the responses, sometimes very subtle movements, were accurate. Correct responses were given in 18 percent of trials, and another 18 percent were classified as ambiguous because raters could not come to a consensus about whether participants provided a correct response, or if they had responded at all. Incorrect responses were given in 3 percent of the trials. In the majority of trials—60 percent—there was no response.

One of the coauthors, Karen Konkoly, a graduate student in Paller’s lab, speculates that participants failed to respond in 60 percent of the trials because they simply did not perceive the incoming communication. In those cases, they rarely reported any incorporation of the questions into their dreams after waking up. However, she adds that it is also possible that dreamers perceived the inputs but paid little attention and forgot before awakening. The proportion of people who respond could potentially be improved with more training or by presenting questions when people are in specific sleeping brain states, Konkoly says.

After establishing successful two-way communication, participants were woken up and asked to recount their dreams. In most cases, they could remember receiving the experimenters’ questions while asleep; in some cases, the questions appeared to be coming from outside the dream, while other times they were integrated into the dream itself. (One participant reported that the lights in their dream started flickering, which they were able to recognize as the Morse-coded math problem.) There were instances, however, when people either did not recall the interactions or had a distorted account. For example, there were trials in which individuals answered a math problem correctly while asleep but did not remember the question correctly after waking up. These findings were published on February 18, 2021 in Current Biology.

These findings “challenge our ideas about what sleep is,” says Benjamin Baird, a postdoctoral researcher who studies dreams at the University of Wisconsin–Madison and was not involved in this study. Sleep has classically been defined as unresponsiveness to external environmental stimuli—and that feature is still typically part of the definition today, Baird explains. “This work pushes us to think carefully—rethink, maybe—about some of those fundamental definitions about the nature of sleep itself, and what's possible in sleep.”

This kind of two-way communication with dreamers could be used as a tool to better study dreams, according to Paller. In particular, he says, the observation that responses some people gave during dreams did not match their reports after waking provides evidence that such real-time techniques will help researchers get more accurate accounts of dreams—and address questions about whether dreams play a useful role in processes such as memory. Paller and his colleagues also suggest that this technique could be used by people to enhance problem solving and creativity, by providing a new way to process content in their dreams.

“I really liked this study,” says Christine Blume, a sleep scientist at the Center for Chronobiology in Basel, Switzerland who was not involved in this work. “The extent to which information can be processed and responded to surprised me.” However, Blume adds that it’s important to keep in mind that the findings relate specifically to lucid dreaming, which is a special type of dreaming that not many people experience. She adds that that even with lucid dreamers, in most trials, the researchers were not able to establish communication. Therefore, how applicable this technique would be to learning or creativity remains an open question, she says.

Paller and his colleagues are now exploring what other types of questions can be asked during sleep as well as other ways of receiving messages from sleepers, such as sniffing. “We’re hopefully going to get better at doing this kind of experiment,” Paller says. “Then [we can] ask new questions about what’s happening during dreams.”

By Diana Kwon (Scientific American). Image: istock.com, Carlamc.

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Visitors

It was late.

The moon hung high in the night sky casting its faint glow. A glow that fought with the dim screens of Triage’s computer to push back the darkness of night. It was a late night. Recharging wasn’t needed this evening and with her family all out working or performing their own recharges she decided it was the perfect opportunity to get some overtime work completed seeing as nobody would miss her. 

 She sat in front of the computers, her eyes closed as she sorted through lines of code. There was a new one that she was working on, but every time she ran an internal simulation on it there were errors and the code would just loop on itself. 

It was a growing frustrating. 

The peace of the night was one that was easily disturbed. Her twin frienders both perked up at once. Their stance was that of high alert. Ears were straight and bodies now seated up in a tense position. Something was heard outside the back door of the lab. 

Pinging warnings broke Triage out of her work mode. She was forced to blink a few time as her systems shifted from the intense coding work back into the reality of the world. It was akin to being woken from a lucid dream. Disorienting at first before she finally stood from her seat. 

The three stared at the back door waiting and when the sound of scratching metal against metal rang out she silently ordered over the network for the two robotic dogs to prepare their combat protocols if need be. An internal countdown was sent from her to them before she remotely opened the back door. 

The motor creaked and groaned as the garage style door rolled open at an almost painfully slow speed. What she saw was far from what she expected and wasn’t the most welcome of sights. 

With a wave of her hand Lima and Juliet were ordered to stand down. 

“You know that none of you are supposed to be here unless I get a ping from your master.” she scolded in a tone that was very far from pleased. “And in the condition you are in. She should be ashamed. Get in here the lot of you.” 

Metallic paws clacked against against the tile as a group of Gilliam Knights made their way inside. Their bodies shifting from their quadruped wolf forms to their knight mode as they entered. Well all but one whose servos and actuators sputtered with a sickening ring of metal grinding deep inside it when it tried. All its efforts seemed to accomplish was filling the lab with the smell of smoke. 

“It’s like she doesn’t even perform normal maintenance on you.” she sighed. “Expects me to do it when you all get run down.” 

One of the knights wheeled up close to her, holding out a letter which she snatched up while others stacked boxes of parts in the corner of her lab. While they dropped off their ‘peace offering’ she read through the letter looking increasingly frustrated with each passing line. 

Her fingers gripped the paper tightly threatening to tear it before she crumpled the note up and threw it over her shoulder towards Lima. The robotic dog huffed a ball of fire at it turning it to ash before it hit the ground. 

“On the table. Let me see how bad it is.” 

It was going to be a longer night than she expected.