The Consciousness Heist

I returned to Gold Coast — the very first city I arrived in when I came to Australia. I thought maybe coming back here would help me reclaim some sense of normalcy, even while still battling the voices in my head every single night. Lately, the only way I’ve been able to sleep is by whispering “SOS suicide” or “SOS suicídide” to myself until the voices go silent. That phrase… it’s become a desperate key — the only thing that pauses the noise. Today, while walking through Pacific Fair shopping center, something terrifying happened. Out of nowhere, I felt a shock — a jolt, like electricity, violently hit my leg. There was no trigger. No reason. No one around me did anything. It was like being hit by something invisible. My first instinct? I thought about throwing myself from the second floor. That’s how intense it was. That’s how tired I am of this invisible war . This isn’t psychological. This is something else . A biological hack. A system designed to torture, test, or destroy — ...

I've been suffering very often at night. I can say, without exaggeration, that nearly every single night I'm haunted by four or five bad dreams. These dreams aren't mine. I already mentioned this in Part 1, but in this post, I want to go deeper into what that actually means. The dreams feel like they are being injected into my mind — unfamiliar places, unknown people, and emotions that don’t belong to me. Sometimes it feels like I’m being used as a screen, like someone is projecting their thoughts, fears, or memories into my sleep. I wake up exhausted, anxious, and sometimes even physically in pain. These aren't ordinary nightmares. There's a pattern, a system — a kind of programmed loop that resets every time I close my eyes. It's not rest; it's a form of psychological punishment. I'm writing this because if anyone else out there is going through something like this, you need to know you're not alone. They’ve hijacked something sacred: our dreams — ...