I was a slave

Date: 11/5/2017

I was a slave and one of the elites grabbed me by the hand and led me into a party where elites were on stage performing. They were all lined up doing some sort of monologue. The guy said he liked it that I hadn’t yet been brainwashed and that I was still myself, because I would be more fun to be with. I agreed. I thought how horrible it was that they were turning people into slaves and with that meant people who were afraid to be independent, or to speak out, or to, yes, be themselves. That must be boring to others. They were always in a mode of pleasing others. So he chose me to go to this party and dragged me in there by one hand and I understood why, but on the other hand, I thought how stupid since the elite on stage would surely recognize me. So I viewed the show by peering around others carefully so that my whole face would not be seen so I wouldn’t be discovered. The elite on stage were like bobble heads in that their bodies were squatty and small and their heads were disproportionately big, however their heads didn’t exactly bobble. The stage was set up above the floor by at least 6 feet.