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What is something YOU KNOW but no one will believe you if you tell
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This is a bit of a past-tense thing, but back in December of 2019 I heard about a sickness starting to spread in Wuhan China and I had a bad feeling about it, and decided to stock up on essential things. I purchased two 50 pound bags of rice and two 25 pound bags of rice, canned vegetables, and most importantly - Toilet Paper ,masks, and gloves. My room mates said I was crazy and that "I was overreacting". I told them that I had a bad feeling and I just wanted to be prepared. If I was wrong, well, we had plenty of stuff to work through. If I was correct... Well, we'd have plenty of stuff to work through.
I also tried telling my family members to stock up on things. With the singular exception of my mother, who works in the healthcare industry and was also aware of what was going on in Wuhan China, everybody said "A pandemic? In today's society? Come on Mango Cobra, that'll never happen."
I was also the first person to wear a mask at my workplace - At the time I worked at a Warehouse Store, so we were getting literally thousands of people a day flooding into the place to buy shit. I knew it would help - it was an N95 mask, the kind that actually worked - and I was ordered by my boss to remove it because "You are scaring the customers" because the Surgeon General at the time had publicly said that "Masks don't work". I refused to remove it, got sent home. Came back the next day, was told I'd be sent home if I didn't remove the (new) mask I was wearing. Got sent home. Came back the third day, was told I'd be fired if I didn't remove it... So I did.
I came down with covid not long after and the company I worked for began enforcing a mask policy.
I also tried telling my family members to stock up on things. With the singular exception of my mother, who works in the healthcare industry and was also aware of what was going on in Wuhan China, everybody said "A pandemic? In today's society? Come on Mango Cobra, that'll never happen."
I was also the first person to wear a mask at my workplace - At the time I worked at a Warehouse Store, so we were getting literally thousands of people a day flooding into the place to buy shit. I knew it would help - it was an N95 mask, the kind that actually worked - and I was ordered by my boss to remove it because "You are scaring the customers" because the Surgeon General at the time had publicly said that "Masks don't work". I refused to remove it, got sent home. Came back the next day, was told I'd be sent home if I didn't remove the (new) mask I was wearing. Got sent home. Came back the third day, was told I'd be fired if I didn't remove it... So I did.
I came down with covid not long after and the company I worked for began enforcing a mask policy.
Totally true. I have very borderline-schizphrenic dreams full of symbolism which make me question myself and what do I want to do with my life.
Here's one I had two days ago:
I was in my kitchen and there was a woman, probably in her 30's. I don't know her face, really. I don't remeber what she said, but she was looking and speaking to me in a very lovely way, but somewhat sexually suggestive. As I approched her I stop and said to her.
"Stop. Why are you doing this? You're not real."
I wasn't speaking to the woman anymore, I was speaking to my own brain. I recognized it was an illussion.
Then she stepped much closer to me and began touching me.
"Why not? Why does it matter if it's real if you feel it's real?"
I cede to the pleasures of the flesh. "Can I touch you?" "Yes"
So I began touchin her arm. Her skin was pretty much like my own. I don't really know how it feels to touch a woman anyway, so how the hell will my brain know what to emulate. The dreams in which I pet my dog, oh, those are fucking real, the same smell, the touch feels so incredibly real. But not this.
We moved to another room. My brain managed to imagine how a breast feel, somewhat. But I didn't enjoy touching it, it felt fake. And at some point she just disappears, I'm naked f-ing the air.
Then I had a follow up of this one. I was again at the kitchen, taking some creame cheese with a slice of bread or something (I was hungry in real life, I had little food left). My dog was there, again.
At this point I get pissed, because I remembered that my dog was appearing on my dreams very frequently recenlty, and because of the last dream as well.
I started screaming at my own brain: "What the fuck do you want? Why do keep punishing me like this? I tried to save him. I did what I could to protect him, it was YOUR fault that he died. He's dead. They're all dead. They won't come back. Why do keep bringing them on and on again, what do you want to achieve? I want to move on and you don't let me. We're the same fucking person, stop conspiring against me."
At some point I broke out crying as I screamed. The crying didn't went to actual crying in real life, just some watering. I had a strong desire to kill myself, but it subsided minutes after of waking up. I usually let all my emotions inside my dreams, but feel little the rest of the day.
My brain copes with the awful reality by bottling it up like a pressure boiler which sometimes it explodes inside my dreams.
After the death of my father, I didn't dream with him the first night, but I had a dream in which I crawled by some hanging rope bridge or something (like one of those things where children play) and did things with a girl. She tasted like alcohol. XD Of course, I didn't know the taste of women, but obviously the alcohol is related to 'grown up' things. I was 16 and my father was dead. I had to be a man from now on, if I weren't already.
All the subsequent dreams, for about a year, had the same pattern. My father was alive. I felt very happy. But the dream started feeling unreal and I ended red-pilling myself. No, it's not real. You're dead. I've seen your body. And as I discovered the truth, the dream ended. After that year I made peace with him being dead and he now appears as just another character, happy dreams.
"Stop. Why are you doing this? You're not real."
I wasn't speaking to the woman anymore, I was speaking to my own brain. I recognized it was an illussion.
Then she stepped much closer to me and began touching me.
"Why not? Why does it matter if it's real if you feel it's real?"
I cede to the pleasures of the flesh. "Can I touch you?" "Yes"
So I began touchin her arm. Her skin was pretty much like my own. I don't really know how it feels to touch a woman anyway, so how the hell will my brain know what to emulate. The dreams in which I pet my dog, oh, those are fucking real, the same smell, the touch feels so incredibly real. But not this.
We moved to another room. My brain managed to imagine how a breast feel, somewhat. But I didn't enjoy touching it, it felt fake. And at some point she just disappears, I'm naked f-ing the air.
Then I had a follow up of this one. I was again at the kitchen, taking some creame cheese with a slice of bread or something (I was hungry in real life, I had little food left). My dog was there, again.
At this point I get pissed, because I remembered that my dog was appearing on my dreams very frequently recenlty, and because of the last dream as well.
I started screaming at my own brain: "What the fuck do you want? Why do keep punishing me like this? I tried to save him. I did what I could to protect him, it was YOUR fault that he died. He's dead. They're all dead. They won't come back. Why do keep bringing them on and on again, what do you want to achieve? I want to move on and you don't let me. We're the same fucking person, stop conspiring against me."
At some point I broke out crying as I screamed. The crying didn't went to actual crying in real life, just some watering. I had a strong desire to kill myself, but it subsided minutes after of waking up. I usually let all my emotions inside my dreams, but feel little the rest of the day.
My brain copes with the awful reality by bottling it up like a pressure boiler which sometimes it explodes inside my dreams.
After the death of my father, I didn't dream with him the first night, but I had a dream in which I crawled by some hanging rope bridge or something (like one of those things where children play) and did things with a girl. She tasted like alcohol. XD Of course, I didn't know the taste of women, but obviously the alcohol is related to 'grown up' things. I was 16 and my father was dead. I had to be a man from now on, if I weren't already.
All the subsequent dreams, for about a year, had the same pattern. My father was alive. I felt very happy. But the dream started feeling unreal and I ended red-pilling myself. No, it's not real. You're dead. I've seen your body. And as I discovered the truth, the dream ended. After that year I made peace with him being dead and he now appears as just another character, happy dreams.
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the cia has a (relatively) secret standing army made up mainly of people with special ops experience who are trained on an insane amount of weapon systems, usually those native to their respective areas of operation, because they are expected to arm themselves locally so nothing can be traced back to the u.s. government
got called a schizo for mentioning this once. it's in publicly available declassified documents.
got called a schizo for mentioning this once. it's in publicly available declassified documents.