It's been a few years since it happened, but i still remember the events of the ultra-real(could feel smell and taste in addition to see and hear) dreams i had back when gamergate was launching those low orbit sattilites.
It might've been overwork, it might've been real im not sure but att i was "internet warrioring" 18 hours a day.
I still kinda feel responsible for the outcomes after my episode occurring without my intervention, /pol/ going off the rails after the meatball gave it to an actual turkish spy being a very big one.
but it was 5 nights of ultra-real dreams with total recall.
>first night
>wake up in a auditorium ringed with burning braizers
>im standing in the middle of it
>17-22ft tall man rises from the center, in armor with a spear and a shield covered head to toe completely in what appears to be dried blood
>feeling some sort of loyalty to him i kneel and address him in latin as "pater" meaning "father" in the dead language
>then i wake up
>night 2
>after falling asleep i come conscious of being inside a deep massive cave with no natural form of light, yet i still perceived my surroundings without it
>the only feature i notice is a solid flat wall before with with the only thing being a throne upon which a massive man with black hair and robes sat
>as if compelled by the weight of everything above me i was forced to kneel
>the weight of my own body was so immense i could barely stand to hold myself up from the cavern floor
>he addresses me with "you are the analogue"
>wake up
>night 3
>in nothing, space above the earth
>woman i can barely make out standing on the moon
>try as i might i cant understand much of what she says, either straining to heaPost too long. Click here to view the full text.