RS Snyder

Welcome to the info point of the 5SD Intelligence Agency.

The 5SD ("Fivestar Defense") Intelligence Agency is a clandestine organization, born from the long-lived Introspection Club and Operations Service North (ICOS North). Initially serving as a private forum for individuals who were either declined employment by large government intelligence agencies, left due to moral objections or underwent regrouping because of relocated black box projects - the club was a convergence point for those seeking to continue using their talents and passion for the realm of independent covert operations, using "Science and Speculation" as the reason for its continuation. 

Eventually, ICOS North received a substantial financial donation by an unknown source in 2007, allowing them to acquire state-of-the-art equipment and tools, refining their upgraded operations center, research facility and recruitment system. 5SD's existence was first publically acknowledged and mentioned in 2022 during a senate hearing about UAP's as a source of various video material and geospatial sensor data. Their year-long concealment of its operations stunned both government officials and the public alike, yet could legally prove its registration as a private scientific investigation firm tied to the well-known organization, CERN.

5SD HQ and Operations Center near CERN, Switzerland.

Aleister Roland, director of 5SD, sparsely disclosed some of its activities: "One of our key points is collaboration. We give secondary opinions and analysis on various matters while mostly distancing ourselves from any political affiliation. A lot of research projects, for example, create undesired byproducts, and we jokingly said to ourselves that we are the 'junkyard' for such byproducts. We serve more as a flight recorder during the process of grand-scale research to make sure none of the knowledge acquired before, during and after gets lost within failures of the primary research entity itself. We also want to give so-called outcasts of the intelligence community an opportunity to live their passion and work with us - this is also a byproduct of other intelligence agencies being too thorough in their recruitment process. A sense of belonging leads to this togetherness. We see potential in the average person having unusual ideas, but also unusual persons having average ideas." 

Aleister Roland was born in Leeds, UK on April 12th, 1973. At the age of 18, he joined the military service in 1991. He subsequently joined the intelligence corps in 1994 thanks to to his well-recognized strategic and analytical efforts. He relocated to Switzerland in 1980 to conduct counterintelligence operations and was tasked to develop advanced security measures to safeguard various experiments from disclosure which were conducted at CERN. After breaking ties to Mi6, he facilitated an outpost for various minds of similar duties to centralize this ever-growing and complex endeavor of keeping uncertain technological advancements safe and at bay.

Out of his personal interest, Roland founded a solutions group called "ICOS North", which was comparably a more clandestine equivalent to the german Chaos Computer Club (CCC): A forum for all sorts of individuals who were either doing similar work as Roland or had unique skills that were needed - and respected. Roland's "different strokes for different folks" approach allowed him to run an extensive network of unconventional, but ethical amateurs, thinkers and experts who were naturally drawn to the realm of inventions, experimentations - or were in need of a job that they couldn't get otherwise.

While the ICOS group had a functioning business system, ICOS North was transformed into 5SD ("Fivestar Defense") after receiving a financial boost from a yet unnamed source. Roland then commissioned the construction of a property that was then transformed into an independent headquarters: The 5SD Operations Center. His feel for management led the open positions of the agency to be filled up stunningly quick, with individuals of all backgrounds contributing to the whole spectrum of 5SD's capabilities.

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Despite the legal limitations imposed on them, 5SD was able to strengthen its foundation despite many failed attempts of governmental interference and oversight. 5SD could continue as an intelligence agency by focusing on non-political matters and maintaining a strict neutrality in political affairs. This could be achieved by establishing a clear mandate that explicitly prohibits the agency from engaging in any activities that could be construed as interfering in the internal affairs of sovereign nations. Its duty was solely based on protecting the local technologies developed at CERN.

To ensure that the agency remains above suspicion and maintains its legitimacy, it could also establish an oversight committee composed of representatives from various international organizations, such as the United Nations or the International Criminal Court. This committee would be responsible for reviewing the agency's activities, ensuring compliance with international law, and serving as a liaison between the 5SD and the global community. 

While the actual tasks and duties of 5SD are almost entirely unknown, its spokespeople sparse and never an agency that provides any ex-officials ready to be questioned or interviewed for media or podcasts, certain synchronicities have been observed of "someone else" being involved in a range of paranormal phenomena or even technological advancements in various parts of the world.

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5SD: What we know and what we don't know - A journalist's view -

"Aleister Roland, the director, has been mentioned multiple times within the confines of an online conspiracy forum by a few watchful users about him having past ties to certain scientific and technological projects connected to CERN, smartphones, and even the internet itself. To additional surprise, his name has also been mentioned in certain older, declassified UFO files, while it is not clear to which extent he really participated in such research. Roland never seemed to be an author of documents, but just a name crammed between a lot of text and numbers with the Google search returning nothing but a handful of generic, scientifically-oriented articles, and one about the various parrots in the Amazon and other areas in the world. His official story of having connections to just CERN and MI6 seems meager compared to the speculations at hand. Roland's exterior is also quite nuanced and unorthodox thanks to his beard and long hair which is not necessarily usual for people involved in such high professions - he looks very reminiscent of the famous neuroscientist Robert Sapolsky.

The forum users who looked into his name partially believe that 5SD is a congregation (or task force) of the so-called "Men in Black" - the actual organization that contains works in the outlandish realm of "dark knowledge" below the radar of society - meaning that they work with things that could really go bad if not contained, handled or negotiated, especially when it comes to CERN. The agency has respectfully declined any requests for public media appearance, stating that they may however establish a public info point to answer some basic questions for us.

Star Runner released on April 1st 2026!

No April Fools': My second album is flowing somewhere in the stream of today's music, and to me it's another one of my life's work. It is of course a sequel to Forerunner, preserving most of the original sound, and it consists of both new ideas and ideas that didn't make it on Forerunner (obviously, because of overwork). And even here, some excesses remained that might have to be shifted to a future third album. Both albums are cracking the 2 hours mark, ensuring that you have plenty of stuff to listen to, if you're ever in discovery mode.

What i think makes this album special is that it is very clearly structured and that it presents all the verses and choruses that haunted me in my head way before i did the album. I like to put it into the NWOBHM category, maybe because this is the genre where i feel at home the most... even though i'm austrian. After dabbling for 20 years in home recording, i'm happy to have reached that momentum where i can listen to my own songs without regrets. Production-wise i think it turned out as it should be.

It's good to be in some avant-garde corner, as this is where i've found the most interesting music. This album is not some experimental diddle like i used to do years ago, but finally stabilized. I think it is safe, it won't eat you. There's no showoff of magic guitar skills or an attempt to be hard and wild. I think it can stand with the big dogs, so i encourage everyone to have some fun with it. Hopefully it does it's thing - otherwise i will shift even more of my madness into the third album. I'm a bit afraid of not gaining enough traction (as many serious artists are), but hey, we know that the world is irredeemably fucked. Let's imagine it's the 80's and i just published this. :)

Live shows: i don't do live shows at this stage, as i feel overwhelmed even thinking about it, and it would take a lot of discipline and personal life shifts. I can imagine it would be great though, but my songs were mostly made for the speaker-listening experience at home (they're also long!). It's the results that matter. So if you have time to ever get across this: Thank you.

Hello to the outside world from the Star Force Labs.

A new single is out - Transceiver Haven, the precursor to Star Runner (as i told anywhere else). Although a bit early, i thought it was good to go before heading into 2026 and pushing the rest of Star Runner over to there.

Just dropping this YouTube link here - if you prefer any other format, see all the stores. If you prefer a classic MP3, just get it from Bandcamp or my website: Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/5vYR2X... iTunes: http://itunes.apple.com/album/id18516... Bandcamp: https://rssnyder.bandcamp.com/album/t... Others: https://www.rs-snyder.com/listen/

Subject: The "Fun" and "No Fun" Zone: It's one step away Date: Tue, 05/08/2025 - 11:56am Classification:  Sensitive Compartmented Information (SCI) Location:  - Origin:  Info 37 (Field) J. VETRO How do i say this -- i've been 21 days at the sports park here. There are two soccer fields, one is a tad smaller with a darker, artificial lawn and the other slightly bigger, but with a natural and heavily damaged lawn. I've been going to the restaurant every morning to pass some time and as i look out of the window, i do see a group of boys frequenting those fields to play soccer. It occurred to me when they get over to the left field (from my perspective), they seem to get into heavy arguments with shouting, pushing, and rage even. All that subsides almost immediately as soon as they head to the right (artificial) field, where they all have this sudden shift of being totally cool with each other, being focused on playing, and laughing. This pattern occurred to me the first or second day i sat there and it took some time to differentiate their tempers on each field. Other and older individuals start to frequent the natural field almost every day at around 11AM and 5PM, and it is an absolute shit show. On and on i followed where they boys stepped - mostly it was because the ball flew or rolled over to the natural field. As soon as some boy entered that field, he somewhat hesitated to kick the ball back to the others, encouraging someone else to get it. If the older teams were present, they confronted the younger boys to "come here" and have some sort of argument. It looked/looks like there is always some sort of shitfest going on, until the kids slowly paced themselves back to their desired field. I headed over to cross those fields and try to feel internally if anything is shifting. I hope it's not a placebo, but i really felt like having vastly more negative thoughts on the natural field while on the artificial field i felt joyous instantly. I tried this back and forth until i noticed the click that happens in my mind and emotions. You gotta see this yourself. Each time it is hart to remember how i feld on the "negative" field though. I wonder what kind of shit is going on here. The older teams are barely even playing, mostly screaming and messing up ball passing. ~ J

An "S" is basically two U's interlocking with each other.

Gotta love expert bakers, they're like: "Bread is our heart. Bread is our soul. Bread is everything you want to be. I left my wife for bread. I would die for this bread. This grain will change your life. I stopped talking, i stopped walking. I replaced God with bread. I make bread. This is the bread of life." [pounds flour] [lifts a majestic, steaming loaf out of the oven]

This dream or vision occurred to me in 2012 or 2013, which was by far the most potent thing that i have ever dreamt. I didn't even know whether to post this in some conspiracy forum or find a way to re-enact this with digital video editing if i knew how. It made me question if it was really just a mere dream: I felt like my soul didn't deserve such sight. It was too mighty.

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A sky-sized celestial body appeared above me, in the highest part of the sky above the earth. I only linked two pictures from the movie "Armageddon" for an overall reenactment of how it looked like. Not even AI can recreate this. I have to put a huge emphasis of the entire visible sky being covered with it. Look up in the night sky and imagine. This rough, God/alienlike body came down lowering itself and peeking through a layer of fog in the upper mesosphere, dizzyingly high up there. The real problem was not knowing whether this body would come crashing or was just teasing. I felt like it was teasing before it got worse. It covered the whole sky. It looked like a reversed mountaineous terrain which subsequentially lifted back up and away from the stratosphere, and out of sight, into the silence beyond the sky's fog again.

This movement had a duration of maybe 3-5 seconds (peeking in and out) and seemed more like a clear warning that the earth has just been threatened by something bigger and mightier than itself. That thing lived. I forgot to breathe and ran on this sidewalk next to a street with just very few people doing in front of me who did the same thing. We were strangers, but there was a connection through fear that would make me feel like we were a most intimate part of each other. Quiet, synchronized internal panic to a point where no one was able to scream, speak or make any noise.

The only hollywood movie that was able to put a scene like this together was Armageddon, and there is literally nothing to add to the green-blue-turqoise texture of the rocky asteroid surface. I could see each and every ridge and small debris floating under it in 100K Ultra HD. Layers of this colored fog between (and over) each and every detail in various amounts and nuances were just unexpected, sickening, epic, stomach-turning, brutal, overly mighty. It looked pretty much exactly like that, without the earth on the right:

Everything on the ground was glowing dark green. The streets, the buildings, and it was night. Very few people including me ran around aimlessly, knowing: "This is it. Once and for all." Synchronized and quiet panic, shock, speechlessness in the collective psychological climate of those who were left.

The last memory of this dream was hiding with 2-3 souls/friends i knew in a high rise building office without lights. We just stood there accepting the whole thing while all electricity was out everywhere. There were no lights in the city, other than that dark green glow. It seemed like there were only a few people alive in general.

After this "vision", i woke up stunned like never before. I didn't feel bad, drained or anything like that. I fell asleep quite comfortably beforehand. When the dream was over, i basically lifted my ass up from the bed slowly with a huge degree of mental confusion, shock, awe and disbelief as if i just came back from the actual apocalypse. Needless to say that i believe my heart was pounding, too. All my reserves for survival instincts were used up and satisfied.

I spent some time thinking how my little brain could create such high-fidelity, ultra-clear and sensationally overwhelming pictures and scenarios without me having watched any movie or media that would involve asteroids or celestial bodies like that... not even remotely. I felt blessed. I felt like a prophet who just got the full dose of a true vision. The type of shit that will make you grab the pencil like the ones who who wrote the ancient books. Maybe others would have worded this story better and with more suspense, but the words i just wrote represent what i saw to its fullest extent.

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Category: Dreams and Vision Reports (DVR)

I stand with some familiar soul to my left, who i didn't recognize, on some type of balcony.

The balcony has or platform has the perfect view of what resembles the panorama of northern part of my home city.

I then stare about more to the center left into some turmoil within the clouds.

A miliseconds quick detonation appears, which momentarily sounds like a fireworks explosion. The flash is ball-shaped - and some dots and residues are briefly floating around it.

It looked something along the lines of this, but only intermingled with dense clouds and higher mountains in the distance:

BOOM.

I hear a very crisp "bang" similar to a relatively close fireworks rocket.

Now, i hear this guy yelling:

"Holy fuck, EMP!... EMP! Get away!.... EMP!!"

I ran to my right down a narrow corridor-type path. I think about finding a hiding spot that included a metallic wall, like lead, to hide from this fucked up delayed shockwave energy that is incoming and will hit at anytime.

I can't find any such protective wall. I see various locked doors and only simple "plasterwall" walls around.

I can't open any door after trying and trying.

I look to the cityscape again and had this mental expectation of incoming darkness, based on the city's building lights turning black and this power outage effect gradually moving towards us.

My fear is based on this radiation enveloping or going through me, eventually stopping my heart or something.

I am super tense and confused, bracing myself for whatever energy wave will hit us.

I look again.

The power of all the buildings within the panorama turned black, kinda along the lines of this:

Now, i could feel some sort of "wavy energy" in the air that gently meets my expection as i kind of curl up on the ground while lying on my back or side.

I feel some kind of body effect coming from the air i was looking at. Maybe also some kind of quiet tinnitus or disturbance within.

My thought during it was something like:

"That's what happens when i tell someone to "bring on the doom".

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That is where my memory ends. I believe that's about it.

"Company down, company down! Two F-16's heading towards some random beer company... oh fuck, we lost Kletzl snack sausages! Go protect this random fuckin' furniture store, the intel says it is next.. oh shit, building down..all employees are now surfing the nirvana."

Doug and Dave always wanted to create their own start-up of a Bluetooth speaker that can sing, dance, and bounce in advance. Quite a weird thing for them to dedicate their whole lives to this. "Have you bought one?" "No thanks, i'm good".

Interesting cleanup effect when energy prices etc. are high. Those 3-customers-a-day shops will all go. [That's because running the store costs more than the revenue they make].

Understandable. So many pushed a lot of shit that they thought we needed. Why even bother engaging in materialism? Come pick up social welfare and smoke weed with me. Oh right, they have been conditioned. I only feel bad for those who genuinely put hope inside it and had a family to feed, but not those who liked to divide between themselves and free souls who were fine with having little. One of my parents grew up in communism and used to think that having a job is the holy grail. lol, ever heard of building a secret tent spot on top of like school rooftops? Life becomes instantly an adventure rather than a burden. You just need a credit card with savings on it in advance.

When shit gets real, you may lose your home n' sleep outside, but you'll be able to buy small breakfasts from the store every day and live with the bare minimum as long as the beast system isn't active. Make sure involves at least one sugary softdrink, bread, meat and cheese to cover the right spectrum of carbohydrates, proteins, fat, salt and sugar. Do not ever waste one cent on alcohol. Do not fuck yourself up. Don't imitate the other homeless - be your own. And buy survival gear from Amazon now. From solar chargers to lanterns, sleeping bags, a mobile heater and a snow cloak for your tent. I'm just saying, something along those lines... when shit gets real, these words will echo in your mind, believe me. And to be honest, i live in a rented tiny house right now, but i don't really feel satisfied like i should. For some reason i'd love the adventure. Being outside feels more alive. It's different from person to person.

What will remain are only the most essential of services. There are so many out there always took offense if you did not get a job. I wanna see the look on their faces when they can't get one themselves. That's what the Great Reset is.

That's what i was always talking about. Life itself is the job. After all, we're on this blue ball floating in space - why so serious? What are they holding on to? Come sit under the moonlight. The birds have been doing the same thing since eons. Also, get right with God. Take comfort in God. The most important goal here is to not go to hell. Lastly, of you wanna see something crazy, look at this patent:

The end times are already here. Don't expect an earthquake or an asteroid. Don't expect only a few silly bombs or rockets going "boom" and "bang" or a bunch of politicians lying just to get money, which they already have plenty of. Take into consideration the self-replicating technology that exists, autonomous flying drones, an entity that can create blueprints for new weapons and chemicals for ya, and the demonic leaders who incorporate black magic into media, technology and society to actually curse us - as simple as it might sound. For beginners: Look at Balenciaga. For adepts: Look at "dreamlike" AI videos that haunt you. For experts: Look at nanobot swarms that can form into actual beasts [- not there yet].

There will be nothing pleasant about running and looking for shelter that doesn't exist. Blackout. In the middle of the night. Maybe 90% of everyone has been wiped out and it's only you and 1-2 friends (...or strangers) having free real estates with all these empty building blocks around. In the distance, there's either silence or shrill noises. No fire. Show me living cattle or go dig for potatoes. Even better when beyond the silence around you, you're completely uncertain whether your loved ones are still alive or have been taken by "The Thing". You try to sprint to their location and visit them, but you are held up my a mind virus that tries to move and shift you to self-destruction, or it's following you in some sense, or semi-zombies (with similar symptoms) are heading your way in the streets, and they cut you off from your important destination.

If i threw you a pair of binoculars and told you which star in the sky you should watch for its movement, try to watch Elon. Try to remember his statements (and contradictions), look closely at his works, look at the facilitation of his ominous satellite network. Remember his flamethrower, remember his Boring Company, remember the print on his custome at Klum's party. Remember the miracles he showed and try to evaluate if we really need this. Create your own mathematical formula of all these things given and create your own result. It's up to you. He is truly a great man who... propelled us forward into the future.

Preface

What's up, guys. I'm glad i'm awake. At least the sky isn't burning (yet), or making a choir of shrill squealing noises in the night. Our "loved ones" are still around for a chat, even if some of them don't react the way we wish they would. You know, it's probably just another day for them. They don't see that i technically just came back from an apocalypse and barely survived. We're now arguing about silly stuff. Kinda angers me, but i know better. Things looked actually bleak. Now, my relative has to deal with my ass calling on the phone again. I had to create long, quiet suspense before going into the details of the dream i have just woken up from. I want my listerner actually to be eager to hear that shit. It's a bit of a tease, push and pull before divulging this dream.

If that dream was real, i would have been desperately stuck running around aimlessly in this dark city looking for something that i can call shelter, home, or a person that i can tell my current struggles to. My mind seems to have a lot of fun creating "end of the world scenarios" - be it a planet-sized celestial body that hung down from the stratosphere, mixed races chasing each other in an abandoned city, a group of two dudes robbing me of one of my two pencils before saying: "Don't use the word 'peace' in here!'" behind my back, and the saddest thing: Sex bunkers in a post-apocalyptic world where those who would bring someone to f*** would be rewarded with goods. Terrible. I don't even want to say who was brought in there. I'd have to beg you to not blame me for what my subconscious weaves together without my permission.

Now, i have Sun in Aries in 8th house. I am basically a veteran of absolutely terrible, bone-shattering, traumatizing dreams. (Note to brain: Can you construct some good material just once?)...

Anyways. Today, i was fleshing out my Tumblr. I had a satisfying, creative writing flow! My post about AI losing its magic is still in draft since i crashed out after eating 1/2 huge garlic pizza i made baked around 2 AM. Too much garlic has some side effects, like a feeling of dehydration, but not dehydration - it is actually the blood sugar going to hell. I blended about 30 cloves with some water, salt and coriander) and brushed my entire pizza with it. I wouldn't have lasted long anyway. Long story short, it was good.

Today's dream

At least what i can remember.

The first thing i remember was being in a very small, unoccupied apartment. There was nothing but a tiny foyer, a really tiny living room (no more than 15m²), and a bathroom that luckily had all the essentials. Everything was rather dark and very dimly lit - it was night time, too. My mom was somewhere nearby. I said/asked:

"Damn, this apartment is sooo small. Is this up for rent?"

- "Yes" - was the overall answer.

I scanned this small, claustrophobia-inducing room and then found another, larger room that made that apartment slightly more bigger and versatile. "Hey, it's not that small after all. Should i rent it?". That's about the last thing i remember in that context while thinking about an affordable price.

The next thing i can remember was my mom taking seat on a windowsill while being lodged between the window and a transparent curtain. More i don't know. I believe i was just exploring this strange, now changed, apartment.

Next thing i know: I was playing around with my iPhone, downloading an app that's called "Snapchat Cleaner" or something. It's supposed to be an app that "cleans up" unnecessary data of Snapchat, although that made very little sense. After downloading the app, i left it at that. Later i tried to use my phone again and quickly entered my passcode, which i believed i miswrote. Then i entered it again. Wrong. I slowed down my typing, and it was still wrong. Usually the small circles above the number pad turn into white dots, but this time they remained as empty circles. Then, this is a roundabout recreation of how my passcode screen looked like:

(I'm not sure about the "week" prompt being written exactly like that, but there was this form above the number pad).

The number pad was smaller, and more aligned to the top left as you can see. Slowly, i got the sense that the usually stable iOS underwent some kind of modification or hack attack. My worry began when i realized i could not make any calls - and i had only 5 tries left before my phone would erase my stuff. My OS suddenly got more and more shifty, and it looked like everything has been replaced by a very low-quality UI that we usually know from certain chinese smart home apps.

Everything on my phone was slowly replaced with a complete fake system, and i saw more and more such fake apps being downloaded on it. It was a virus, an almost demonic malware going off that even affected me mentally, and it was completely out of control. It scared me, and i could not find anyone nearby to explain what was happening. At this point, the atmosphere got generally darker. I tried to tap around and try to unlock my phone to make at least one emergency call to my parent, but i couldn't even get to my contacts.

Now, if i remember correctly, i remember running outside in the night. The whole environment out to the distance had an apocalyptic feel and there was a shrill squealing noise coming from the sky that sounded like 5 high-pitched car alarms disharmoniously going off at the same time. As i ran, i encountered a woman and told her "Hey, my phone is being hacked". I showed her my screen. She looked at it, understood it, and i was like "That's about it. That's all i wanted to say" (as to not hold her up any longer), and i went my way.

I believe the next thing was meeting Elon Musk in the streets. He kind of followed me, and my whole stance on this was like "i don't have much time right now". I tried to just walk away and keep on running, but something about his presence did not let me escape him. The more i tried to escape, the more i got enveloped in a dark energy that threatened to take me away forever. At some point, i was so overwhelmed by his power that i could only look at him with my dropped jaw. I had to admire his power to escape his grasp so that he wouldn't get mad at me. I had to admire and respect him for his power. He was the true antichrist right there.

Now, i hope i have the sequence right. There was a lot more that happened that i'm starting to forget. As far as i remember, i made more efforts to undo the hack on my phone as i found more and more AI-generated, cursed images filling up my OS. The entire interface was taken over. I saw multiple apps being placed after the others and i had this deep sense that the chaotic disturbance is swapping over to our minds. People would get into a zombie-like state by trying anything to pull everyone around them down to their misery and i was almost halfways affected by it, but i was defending myself very strongly. I tried to stay untouched, which led to a lot of running, and seeking for refuge, and most importantly - trying to contact my mom, which i couldn't. That was a huge problem not finding her anymore - she was somewhere out there in the darkness of this dystopia and i had this sense of being completely cut off from her. [not saying that i like her that much, lol].

The dream shifted, and what i can recall was being in the apartment of two chinese guys who were no older than 25-30. The demonic mind virus has taken them over - and i was battling to not be infected by it. Both of these dudes were chasing each other throughout the apartment uncontrollably, running back and forth, either trying to kill each other or making sure both will not escape this mental hell, spiritual prison, this gradual approach to being damned forever.

Since i needed a safe refuge and had nowhere to go, i felt the need to eliminate the danger before they got at me, so i stirred around in a drawer full of cutlery to find a sharp knife and only found a blunt butter knife. I was briefly waiting for them to turn their backs at me. After my attempt to rush at them and ram that knife into one guy's throat, this attempt pathetically failed. Both instantly went after my ass and i ran out of the apartment, down the staircase, and outside into the dark night.

I ran left and right, forward and backward, not knowing where to run exactly. I looked at this dark patch of grass on the ground and felt really unprepared. I saw apartment blocks in the distance and a fence to my left. I heard my shoes slapping the ground as i ran, with the choir of squarling noise lingering in the sky. My thought was that the Starlink satellites could have been activated, with them bringing forth the confusion or disturbance on the ground for everyone. I ran on the pavement on the left side of the street, and saw a white police cruiser waiting horizontally in front of me. Telepathically, i felt like they were the only "sane ones" left - yet, my mistrust was too strong. This is the point where i woke up with a pounding heart. The second i opened my eyes and saw my good ol' bedroom, i instantly grabbed the phone in front of my face and instantly called my relative in question. With my deep voice, i introduced myself with a "Oh my fucking god", and left it at that, with the suspense-building that i was talking about. Then i divulged my dream.

Now, it could be that i left out some scenarios or mixed up the sequence of things, but these are the ones i can definitely remember right now. I was mostly really struggling with getting this virus off my phone and at some point i could actually get in to access my apps. When i did a "tap and hold" on the ever-replicating virus apps, the context menu expanded but the red "Delete app" label was missing - it was replaced by a red line.

So, the entity that hacked my phone definitely made sure that it can not be undone, or only with the right level of persistence, timing and tactics. I slowly regained some contacts as if the entity finally decided to make an exception for me, but i thought my OS is fucked forever. My logic was that if i decided to wipe or hard-reset my phone (Ah, a hard reset is what i did, too) - The same virus app would be downloaded from iCloud again.

I think i haven't underlined enough how strong the demonic feeling in the atmosphere was. I don't know what role Elon Musk played in this exactly since my encounter with him lasted for only about 30-60 seconds, but he seemed to be pretty much part of the invisible harbringer. What i also need to note that the entire city i was in was largely empty - with nowhere to go, nowhere to help, and with the certainty that this escape from the hellish force would last forever and get me anyway.

Phew, that story wasn't too short. I will try to write down my other epic "milestone dreams", but honestly: I call them visions. When the plot and the environment gets as complex at that, it is totally beyond me how my brain constructs this type of shit just for the sake of it. There are dreams, and there are visions. This one was very lucid.