Romance
Is Rape By Seduction
By
Adam Shane Lawes
MY DIARY DIGITAL
DATA ENTRY 137 OF 145
I have just woken up from a horrible nightmare -
and I do not know why I fell asleep tonight - for I usually always sleep in the
day - ever since I ran away from home at the age of sixteen years old and then
began working mostly horrible physically heavy and hard and mentally mundane
manual labour nightshift work to survive until I was unfairly terminated and
made homeless at the start of this year by my former cruel, corrupt, corporate
manager - and now since then whilst I have been hiding out and living here at
the cemetery I have continued to always sleep in the day - because I not only
am naturally accustomed to sleeping in the day and have had to for so long for
personal and/or practical reasons - I also personally prefer to sleep in the
day and be awake at night whilst the masses of the society that I live in are
all sleeping - however for some reason tonight when I got back from having my
nightly meal from the church charity food van at the city's industrial market
warehouse carpark - I felt so tired and it was unusually cold down here in the
usually protected warmth from the aboveground cold Melbourne winter weather
that my subterranean catacomb chamber tomb room usually creates for me - and so
earlier tonight I fell into a deep sleep and had that horrible nightmare that I
just woke up from - and in that horrible nightmare I was somewhere alone and
deep underground in the underworld of hell - and it was so, so cold down there
and I was all alone in some kind of dark dungeon room - and I was sitting down
on a chair down there in that dark dungeon room - but my arms were raised up to
the point where my hands were chained together making them stretched up
painfully and where they were also covering my face - and I vividly remember
having instinctively put my hands in this exact same position before in the
reality of my waking life - when I use to take LSD and which I eventually
stopped taking LSD for specific reasons that I have described in one of my
earlier diary data entries - before I stopped taking LSD - and because for me
personally each LSD trip use to get more and more intense and almost start
where the last LSD trip had left off when it had worn off - even if there was a
few weeks gap between my LSD tripping sessions - which I obviously always did at
night and eventually nearly always alone so that I could have an even more
intense LSD trip without all the distractions of the outside world that existed
above me - and towards the end of my LSD tripping sessions - for then in those
specific personally intense LSD tripping sessions - I would feel like I was
being pummeled by some kind of unseen but very powerful preternatural and/or
supernatural entity - who was necessarily psychologically-psychically attacking
me by critically showing me my personal bad points that I needed to face and
deal with - and specifically in this context during these intense solitary but
supernatural-like LSD tripping sessions - I was
psychologically-psychically-emotionally-mentally-metaphysically-visually being
shown my wrongful sexual nature and behaviour - and when I was not tripping
hard in those LSD sessions - the personal wrongful aspects of my sexual nature
never concerned me - however when I was tripping hard in those LSD sessions
back then - alone down there in my garage basement room with that possible
powerful but unseen presence of that preternatural and/or supernatural entity
who was making me deal with my wrongful sexual nature - when I was being
psychologically-psychically pummeled hard by the reality of the wrongful
aspects of my true sexual nature when I was tripping hard on LSD - I use to
then always instinctively raise my arms and hands up like they were chained
together causing my hands and wrists to cover my face for those entire LSD
trips which would last a whole night - and when the LSD trip would eventually
wear off after about eight hours in the early hours of the morning - my arms
use to be so sore for nights and days afterwards from instinctively having to
hold them up and in a way in which it felt like my hands were chained together
for those entire intense LSD trips whilst I was being
psychologically-psychically pummeled by what felt like that unknown and unseen
but very powerful preternatural and/or supernatural entity whose presence I
could always feel down there back then with me when I was tripping hard alone
on LSD - and then now earlier tonight in my horrible nightmare that I just woke
up from down here underground in my catacomb chamber room here at the cemetery
all these years later - in that horrible nightmare that I just had where I was
alone in that cold dark dungeon room in the underworld - my hands were
painfully chained up causing them to cover my face - and which was the exact
same position that my arms and hands use to be in when I use to be tripping
hard on LSD - and also exactly like back then but in my horrible nightmare
tonight - down there in the underworld in which my hands were chained together
causing my arms to be raised to the point where my hands and wrists were then
covering my face - I was being psychologically-psychically pummeled by some
unseen and unknown but powerful presence of an angel of hell about my personal
bad sexual nature and behaviour down there in my horrible nightmare experience
in that dark dungeon room deep down within the underworld of hell.
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Adam Shane Lawes
