Tuesday, 29 September 2020

Stephen King Hell Dream - Related To Gunslinger Series - Laser Tag As A Woman

I'm introduced to hell, which looks like a sun-burned, outback truck-stop. Futuristic and dystopian, yet seemingly functional and peaceful

We pass through some type of car wash

I'm being electrocuted by some type of electrical tree. It's meant to be a punishment, but I don't really care or feel it

Someone pulls my body away

I see cycles of time and people stuck in loops reacting to each other

"Superman" is there, stuck in a loop where he chases the girl of his dreams, where they have intentionally made that girl chase a alternate person, so that none involved can be with each other

It seems that even though the girl and the one she chases seem to be with each other, they aren't any more real than the sum of their use in the closed loop you punish Superman

Every time, no matter what, he goes for the girl of his dreams and every time, they punish him for it, as if he is the problem, or he's supposed to learn something different, when it will never happen

They are honestly expecting something other than that will obviously always happen

Which says to me that what they are doing is nothing more than a excuse to punish someone for being what they are and doing what they'll naturally do

It's not something that seems to me should even be punished

It's disgusting

He goes after the woman of his dreams, he is punished, and the cycle starts again

So the woman and the one they are using to create the problem and closed loop, must be fake

Either that or they are torturing real people with real people, which is pure cruelty, far removed from that which could be justified in trying to teach others a lesson

They scream at me for remembering something I shouldn't

I scream back, how can I remember that I can't remember?

I'm being punished for doing the exact thing they want me to do, while pretending they don't want me to do it, so they can punish me either way

You can't win

I don't feel any reverence in what is being done, because there is none to be found

There is nothing Divine within any of it. Or if there is, I can't see it or feel it

It feels like pestilence. Nothing more or less

Psychological terrorism with no definable agenda

A million possible reasons it could be being done, but none that could ever be substantiated

Therefore, it is all pointless

And if it could be defined in such way to give it meaning, then the purpose behind doing it would become pointless

Like showing a person how a magic trick is done, to prove magic is real. Redundant

Then I am a woman, shooting at some type of skirmish. Training women in combat techniques with laser-tag or something similar

Except it feels like I'm only pretending to be a woman. I'm actually a man

There is a Asian woman with a broken nose from hand-to-hand combat. I tell her she needs to straighten her nose and then offer reasons why it could be getting continually broken

We are playing laser-tag in massive teams of like 100 or so women invading from each side of a battlefield

My aim is prefect and ridiculous. I take out half their team with ease

They stop the skirmish to point out that I have 44 kills

They set me up on a firing range with a real pistol to test my skills in front of all the women

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