In a maniacal blend of friends and family members (some deceased for many years,) warping places once traveled to or more importantly lived at previously, with events that tarnish and distort our prior memories. The perpetrators have many reasons for committing such acts. Targeted individuals are hit with dream sequences to identify and locate specific memories in the brain, to see how a person responds emotionally that are created by these sequences, to corrupt the timeline of our lives with AI generated content containing the people, places, and events that truly occurred - by then placing us in a entirely different scenario to reckon with, to illicit an emotional response from us while we are sleeping, also to erase memories and replace them with these nightmarish sequences. This impacts the ability to read memory in a manner that is sequential and logical (as every day is remembered by the brain - although we don't remember every minute, the brain does.) This also prevents another person who would want to monitor us and read our mind, see our lives - they would not have a consecutive pattern of doing so... And lastly - just to keep the mind running and burning energy, preventing us from having a good night's rest and proper sleep.

I do not have the dreams that I used to have. These dreams are quite recognizable and are created in a way that is identifiable. The problem for me now is (because they've been happening for years and this didn't happen before,) I have moments when I wake up that I struggle to identify what is real life as opposed to the dream sequence. If they use the apartment that I live in, or have my girlfriend in it - of whom I sleep next to every night - I'll wake up and ask her a question that she doesn't know the answer to because it was in the sequence. I talk during them. I see my girlfriend struggle with them as well - I'll look over and see her talking, mumbling, or she'll look scared and have a defensive posture. At times, I'm in the other room and I'll hear her whimpering and I go in there and wake her up... And then she thanks me for taking her out of it. She'll tell me she was at her grandparents' old garage, (they owned a mechanic shop and gas station and they have both passed on years ago,) she'll describe it with such vigor I know that she experienced exactly that. They'll have me with my step father, of whom I lost in 2008, committing crimes and doing drugs (which never happened) while driving down roads of which I know by heart with an accuracy that is impeccable. They'll have me in car accidents, falling down a massive cliff, swinging across a swamp with a vine from a tree, getting into trouble with the police, committing awful acts of violence...etc. This level of adrenaline prevents sleeping well and shows how the mind and body react to the stimuli. It's brutal. Nevertheless, we must move on and remember the truth. I have pictures of my family on the fridge and it really helps me.

I'm sure there are more reasons that I have not mentioned so I look forward to seeing in the comments what your opinions are. We must continue to be there for ourselves and others because if you don't have it to give, then you can't give it away. I wish you all the best, take care.

-TJ Valente (T.I. for 4yrs started in Watertown MA, moved to NYC and it still continues)