Woke Hills

When the technology to enter dreams passed from fiction to science, I, as a psychiatrist, was more than excited to be part of such a revolution; however, ten years after, I’m bored and exhausted. Yes, the possibilities seem infinite at first, but as you keep looking within the mind of multiple people, you come to realize that, indeed, there’s nothing actually interesting inside. It was not as I imagined at first.

Tonight, I’m, once again, inside the subconscious of a patient who is still under the influence of the sectarian woke movement of two decades ago and I should say I still can’t believe how destructive it was. I mean, the only way for me to be able to explore her dreams is by projecting myself as a woman and look for the ruined or missing parts of her psyche and try to repair it. The worst might be that I have to experience one month per night to have at least a chance to do a minimum advance on her treatment.

Now that I think about it, could it be that I’m also going crazy as I get use to things like this bottle of water? No, if something is going to drive me crazy, that will be the female orgasm I have to experience thanks to all the sexual repression this woman has thanks to denying her own personal likes. I mean, no matter where I look at, the only thing I see around her subconscious are penis and phallic forms. I have had to have sex with “women” that are basically macho men with breast, purple hair, and two unrealistic large members used to penetrate both holes at the same time. Even her mental temperature is like that of the hottest summer I have live so far.

Another damn nuts thing here are all those “TV programs” and “movies” with titles as suggestive as: “Night of the walking men”, “Saw: the male game”, “The Texas’ man who kill girls”, or “The orange man”. My God, I once treated a former member of Scientology and she was not even close to this level of paranoid.

The mind of this people reminds me to the horrifying masterpiece of the nightmare team: Del Torso, Kokima, Koko Taro, Gunji Ito, and Yamakoka, Silent 66… I know this place looks like a porn movie full of sun and rainbow colored sexual symbols, but the mental projections… “Woke Hills” would be the perfect title.