The thought police

Date: 5/7/2025

I was dreaming that I was thinking, and thinking is dangerous. Every time I had a unique thought, even if it was harmless, it was dangerous. They knew everything, and they were just biding their time before enough thoughts are there to warrant an action. They'll take me away for rehabilitation, so my thoughts are one with their thoughts, and I no longer have any of my own. I felt like this was the safest option, I had given in to having my thoughts exposed and taken away. I thought this was the easiest choice. I woke up and questioned reality. Maybe freedom is slavery?