Post A3448yITcFd1ucg6fg by thunderbutt@social.quodverum.com
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(DIR) Post #A3448vnCvXQa9426ee by thunderbutt@social.quodverum.com
2021-01-09T13:59:47Z
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The events of Last Night, as I watched my peers in this struggle of our spiritual battle, turn from the Digital Ghetto known as FaceBook - I apparently had a dream. Quite the vivid dream, at that.Now I am no stranger to vivid dreams - however, they do tend to take place as if by providence.This dream began - myself in Handcuffs - dropped at what looks to have been once a dilapidated US Post Office. Given, I was, into the “custody” of the same Post Office type we so often see. Miserable.
(DIR) Post #A3448w0g7SCeoqKreS by thunderbutt@social.quodverum.com
2021-01-09T14:35:36Z
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“Why am I hear?! Who are you people?! Why won’t you tell me what I am doing here?!” I kept asking.“Because you are a liar. You’re dangerous,” One lady quipped as the agents walked me past run-down cubicles. It was obvious this was a re-purposed Post Office - but, again, my assumption.I was sat in a cubicle. Every passerby “agent” making a point to look me in the eye and scoff at me like I was scum. Each desk had an old computer with a CRT monitor showing a Red Screen and Logo.
(DIR) Post #A3448wklM74B7ltfU0 by thunderbutt@social.quodverum.com
2021-01-09T14:38:43Z
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I sat. After some time I must have watched 80 people walked in. All looked like good folks. All exasperated. Eventually a hint of why we were there, “Miss. You have to sign this paper and denounce what you said and affirm your promise to The State. You’re a liar. Admit it here by signing on this line.”“Then I can go?” She asked the agent I assumed sat by her.“Go? Well. You can leave here. You can go back home. You can order food again. This is far from over. We will be watching.”
(DIR) Post #A3448x4GBcf86F1EsC by thunderbutt@social.quodverum.com
2021-01-09T14:43:11Z
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Right then I stood up. Next to the cubicles was a conference room where I heard some words. I ran over before anyone noticed and heard, “Here it is. He was looking at a website called Zeitgeist. That’s banned. This was 2013,” one of the agents at a screen was relating to perhaps 7 others around him.“Who?” I asked.Angrily they jumped up and ran over to grab me as I resisted. “You. You’re a liar!”
(DIR) Post #A3448xaAH0BPhBwibQ by thunderbutt@social.quodverum.com
2021-01-09T14:50:16Z
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“This is absurd. I don’t even remember this website. That makes me a liar?!” As I affirmed to them.“You must sign. You have to admit you are a liar and your crimes before you can be restored.”“No. I’m not signing some form that doesn’t even say what it was, specifically, that I am accused of,” I stated unequivocally.“That’s not how this works, liar. Sign.”By this point it felt these people were - not so bright. My indignant kicked up. I literally got up and ran.
(DIR) Post #A3448yITcFd1ucg6fg by thunderbutt@social.quodverum.com
2021-01-09T14:53:02Z
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As I moved past the adjacent cubicles I saw that people were signing out of pure intimidation. They had been arrested in their homes, at work, some pulled over driving. I understood their fear. Some wanted to just get it over with and be left alone. Return home to kids, perhaps.I got to a main lobby and started screaming, “This is bullshit. They want you to admit what you haven’t done!!!”
(DIR) Post #A3448ywBEdO5tlFoYa by thunderbutt@social.quodverum.com
2021-01-09T14:53:49Z
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Right then some younger guys were being walked in and followed suit and wrestled free and started running amok with me.That’s where the dream ended.
(DIR) Post #A3448zksC9wAQyyIZU by Lemonhead@social.quodverum.com
2021-01-09T15:04:16Z
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@thunderbutt good thread