Look they were using me for some purpose unknown to me and without my permission. In general that is called slavery.

Besides waking up every few weeks with night terrors for more than a year is not fun nor does it improve one's outlook on life. It wasn't fun wondering if I going to sleep would bring on another night terror.

So I behaved in a purposefully primitive fashion as a statement for them to stop fucking with me.


They did stop and imo implanted a thought in my head that they wont return along. I woke up that morning in a true state of happiness.