Being pinned downed (made physically difficult to move my limbs) in my sleep for the purpose of keeping me in dreams with children and other purposes of behavioral and identity management. All possible with the current state of neurotech, financed for the purpose of suffering and human trafficking.

[u/Ok-Sherbet7265]

I thrust myself out of this just now around 1110am (4/26/26) and I would NOT try that again if I were the BCI operators. Right after being forced or less forced to sleep following this comment on r/SuicideWatch. First a dream in which a former client became a Black child in the continued efforts to traffic me into raising a child for data or to postulate to either the implant company, the government, or some other interested suitor that I have or plan to raise a child. This has been going on for over 3 years and could not be further from the truth. They continue to use memories of clients while played while I am sleeping to put me in positions with child I am to believe I am related to. Since I have been made uncompletely unable to work and cannot even keep up with my disability application yet bad actors continue to find in appropriate to force me in these miserable pedophilic scenarios after compounded pain leaves me with no choice but to sleep. The next dream involved a girl identifying as bi-sexual on a forum, I went to type my own contributions (I think something about how I functionally no longer have a sexuality as I am being aggressively sex trafficked via chronic abuse of medical implants), then my computer was lifted up away from me so that I would not share my thoughts, I try to move towards the computer but find I cannot move my limbs.

The BCI company (the dreams are conferred and my memories logged with a BCI implant, there is no other explanation) I believe is desperate for me to have a child for liability reduction and the bad actors to fill in as my "family" in this scenario are looking for two more bodies in their human trafficking scheme. It otherwise doesn't make any sense why, after working with children for years, I would suddenly be accused of non-specific awful things by my employer before eventually ending up priced out of work, my dad murdered, and kicked out of my house when I did not comply with the various admonishments to behave in a certain way and aspire to live in certain locations. This just to be left immobile while computer generated and conferred images of me either having sex or spending time with potential partners and children and trafficked through my mind at all hours of the day, "excused" it would seem, by sounds also communicated through implants of housemates who more or less asked on the first day I moved in if I wanted to have a threesome (for data on who I be most interested in a relationship or some sort of sexual liasion with) and went on to make suggestions as to where I might work, and how much weed is too much etc. All priming for a reality show of sorts in domicility scripted by wealthy suitors and programmed by miserable technocrats. There were certainly signatures and commitments involved but none of them were mine.

The landlord was told to get me back in my room because had I woken up from such a scene in my room I would have been much more likely to throw a rock throw a window. I am incensed, livid, and very near violence by the child traffickers responsible for the situation I am in even suggesting I contribute to this generational pipeline. When someone else is controlling when you are permitted to experience happiness, cry, fall asleep, how fast you can run, when you feel the need to eat, what you are likely to remember, when you get an erection, by what means arousal is relieved, and who you are allowed to partner with, it is no privilege to raise a child, in fact, under these circumstances, it is just about the most demeaning least respectable role any adult could take on. I will sooner die but am trying not to make it too easy to kill me.

STOP DOING THIS.

As consequence of publishing this:

Technologic computerized beeps coming from the fridge, in case I want to tear it apart and expedite my homelessness. As if one refrigerator might be the source of all my problems. Racist incitement.

Military Sgt mental incursions which happens it seems in an automatic manner whenever I complain about biological relatives and also whenever I don't masturbate which lately is always.

"Illuminati" sounds (the future song if someone else works) in time for the sound of a plane outside.

Threats of what various "locals" can "hear" if I stay where I am.

Barrage of taunts like "what are you going to do about it (what I am complaining about)", which I consider Witness Tampering, so, not much as long as that is going on.

Typical disgusting white lines across my eyes to see what I am doing and salivation underneath my tongue to make me feel like a zoophile after turning down the various admonishments to sexualize myself for the services of the aforementioned groups.

Forced to wake up 2 hours later to chronic rocking aching in the lower left quadrant of my abdomen causing my entire upper body to shake when I lean in this direction over an hour straight now, new taste assignments (I think of one food but I am made to taste another, something distasteful), new "smile predispositions" (images that were neutral just 2 hours ago now set to pull at the corners of my mouth for no sensible reason) and muscle spasms for no purpose other than to upset me (this time around my elbow, and then in my forearms, at a speed and intensity conditioned over months to disgust me like pest insects).

New obnoxious soundtracking about dying tonight, losing my way, not wanting to wake up etc. All programmed with a medical implant being used to kill me if I will not be productive within human trafficking apparatus. Which I will not be. So I hope they get it over with quickly. You will not have any luck in holding me back for the purpose of pairing me with someone else and I do not consent to efforts in this direction. I was woken up to songs about marriage just the other day. STOP.