Who am I? What am I? What is this place?
Early this morning, I had an intense series of dreams. Following this, the above cavalcade of questions returns. We are introduced into this place, having our bodies mutilated and injected before we are of aware of our existence. We realize that the physical body has needs triggering pleasure and pain. Our bodies are weaponized against us, flooding us involuntarily with hormones, triggering fear and shame. We are told that certain parts of the body must be covered, while others can be exposed. We learn our given name and sculpt an identity and personality to attempt to navigate and survive this place. We are indoctrinated for decades to lies and stories in "school". When I was young, I had intense dreams and nightmares, scaring my parents. When I used to do artwork, I felt like I was being used by something to produce. I gave up artwork years ago and no longer play musical instruments which I had done most of my life. Who...
