Brooke the Holodeck?
Brake or slow down the Holodeck. It was going way to fast. I have weird anxiety from it and so on.
There came a day I was too fast and nothing stopped it for at least six hours. More on that later.
Well after my hospitals stay were in full bloom and I was either at a hospital or at home. Things became routine. Either location. Humans seem to have that ability to either adjust or adapt. I definitely could do that? My adjustment was more like a new invention. Nothing served my purposes more than when I awoke on morning early and MAA was either faking possession or was really possessed by the devil. Or what I recall as Satan, my brother. Satan possessed MAA and there was a good twenty minutes, I could not move. Stuck in a strange King Tut look but laying prone on my blue plastic hospital bed.
The hospital during my second stay, did not give me a blank or pillows for at least two days. And I was sleeping fine without this accommodation. The bed was blue plastic and the pillow matched it's wonder plastic consistency. The blue bed was a wonderful place to fall asleep and awake. I always woke up not rested but in a thick fog. It was a pleasing fog and the fog never truly lifted. I would come to find out the fog was my friend. It got me through the dark days and the truly awful days of the second stay at a mental hospital.
MAA was in his rare form. He was possessed by the devil and when he was off kilter from this small inconvenience. MAA was confronted with Brooke and some other person named Evelyn Wood my other wife. Brooke would go around and fixing the Holodeck. Evelyn Wood told Brooke she helped invent the Holodeck with her husband MAA. That was me. I was married to three people or more in different dimensions. This haze of fun would continue for sometime. I never truly understood why my mind took this flight of martial fancy.
My brain was trying to tell me my real wife still cared, I believe.
Thanos, was always there but was relegated to the back of the bus in my mind. MAA was present and there was no stopping that. MAA was myself on talking steroids. I would sit back and listen to MAA take over any conversation and situation. He would always be right, or correct or somehow rightly correct and never absolutely never wrong.
So at this time I had delusion upon delusion going. I was a sleepy astronaut in a space pod traveling back to earth. while I was that, I was trying to prove to my daughter still living with us. That the pod of sleep and the existential true reality and it was much better than any church or religion.
In my mind the Space pod was all of us trying to wake up from a dream. It fit perfectly with my delusions. The Holodeck was made because while I was dreaming I was also aging. This aging I could adjust, somehow. And that how was the Holodeck. So while I was dreaming my computer created another world for me to perform in. The computer randomly selected me at the hospital as a reality for me currently. It could select any moment in my life. But choose this one. This coincidentally was the real currently life of MAA. And so on....each reality was tucked into each other. How I kept them all straight and still do is beyond me. But it was all true real to MAA and I.
The Holodeck was the simplest of forms to tell you i was out of my mind in love with machines and Brooke. In my haze of the morning I say Brooke manning controls and starting up the holodeck that was what the hospital layout was all too identical. The staff were just extensions of that universe. I and was just going about doing tasks the computer told them to do. So I never during my second hospital stay believed the staff or tech or nurses and even the lawyer was real. At all. especially the lawyers. I had several lawyers come by my room. And all but once it I just tell them to leave.
"Please leave. Please leave." MAA would state without a smile. Brooke told me what to say to hospital staff. Like asking for snacks became a routine occurrence.
"Snack time." The tech would say at about 3:00 in the afternoon.
At this hospital Snack time was just about anytime the Techs could not handle the situation at the wing of the hospital. Doctors never bothered with discipline. This was left up to the Techs. There were the backbone of the mental ward. MAA in the middle of the night would talk to them endlessly because he could. The Techs were nurse who would do everything else but give medicine. The nurses would only give medicine but could and would do anything else the Techs did. They were a quasi team. After a while I got adept at asking the right person at the right time for the right thing. This was always difficult since I was the guess being served by these onslaught of servants.
Supplied by the Holodeck computer.
"Honey just ask the Techs and Nurses for help." Brooke would tell me over the intercom link in my mind.
When she was not in the same room with me. Watching over me. She was testing all situations in the hospital with another hospital overlaid on this one. She was "helping" me understand how to run the hospital for my benefit.
"We are heading to Mars or Utah. Remember." Brooke reminded me of this from one of many Brooke mode events that happened sometime during the night. No one cared then, at night. Night in the Hospital was like being on the moon. But the day brought the Holodeck to life. Night brought "Brooke Mode" silent or not.
One day the Holodeck became more and more difficult to run. Police came in and started giving all the other patients, papers. These papers were the arrest warrants they were to be served by the State. In my reality, everyone got one but me. Or so I remember. If I did get this "loving pieces of paper" would be never know, or don't remember. Anyways, Brooke was always there to guide me.
"Tear the paper into three sheets of paper and flush them down the toilet." I was told to do. And I did after not reading it. It did not matter because I was "out to lunch" mentally anyways. I would not understand what the papers meant until much later. Hospital stays. And getting around being held for more than 24 hours or 3 days. If I was arrested, they took MAA the hospital. Not jail. Not sure why? But that's what the cops did, three times. Take me handcuffed to the hospital. The handcuffs cut into me and always awoke me sort of out of a mental coma.
When I awoke that morning after the Satan possession and the Holodeck reminder from Brooke I was told to skip Breakfast, no problem. Skip lunch, bigger problem but I did it. I almost did not do it and ending up going to lunch. The person telling me to stop eating hospital food was Brooke.
"You don't need to eat, baby. Let me prove it." Brooke stated with a smile so big it would cover entire Cross-fit stadium. Yeah, my girl friend. The girl friend of my mind was Brooke Ence of cross fit fame. My mind fixated on her and never truly let go. She was in my thoughts and in my feelings and coursing through my very veins. She was my life line. Since my real wife did not visit much at this time.
"The State, has him, now." My real wife stated. When I was admitted to the hospital it was always through the means of the police. Courtesy of my wife dialing 911. She did it repeated times. I was not too happy when the "Calvary arrived."
The Holodeck became all to much even for my complex mind to handle. I started showing signs of being weary of my hospital surroundings. My brain started to go faster and faster. And I could not control it. It got so fast I was out of it for at least six hours. I remember everything it did to me. My brain felt like it was on fire or running on high test gasoline. I could nothing but lay down on the blue mattress. I would get up and down or sit up and down. I became rather sick. It was scary and no Holodeck was coming to the rescue.
"It's your penalty, for not listening to me. No lunch baby." Brooke put my mind into hyper mind. It lasted six hours. I was scared. I begged for meds. None came. When you ask for them in a mental hospital, you don't get them. When you don't want them, it's when you get them in spades.
"I need meds, badly." MAA stated and then it was me saying it. Brooke was no where to be found now. Tech came to my aide six hours later. He and some nurses took my vitals and have me meds and a small dinner. All of which, saved me. I believe. I prayed and thought it was never going to end. The sped up mind was the worse thing I have experienced while in the care of a mental hospital. MAA is eternally grateful for this wonder help. Anxiety meds did the trick. And I don't want to do that again. But by the nurses reacton of how I took to the meds. I believed it was Seroquel. It saved me that day. And my mind from the nasty Brooke Holodeck. I started not believing my mind....finally.
Brooke was gone forever. Not forever but never in a strong form. That's for sure. Brooke broke the Holodeck over lunch and some other great stuff, having to do with 911. But it was gone forever. Brooke, the Holodeck and the fun was gone. Not like the Apple room at all. Things got real serious now. I was transferred to another hospital via police and the awesome handcuffs. The third installment of Death Trap 3000, the existential TV show. No longer inter dimensional.
We were heading for Mars or Utah which ever came first.
Brake or slow down the Holodeck. It was going way to fast. I have weird anxiety from it and so on.
There came a day I was too fast and nothing stopped it for at least six hours. More on that later.
Well after my hospitals stay were in full bloom and I was either at a hospital or at home. Things became routine. Either location. Humans seem to have that ability to either adjust or adapt. I definitely could do that? My adjustment was more like a new invention. Nothing served my purposes more than when I awoke on morning early and MAA was either faking possession or was really possessed by the devil. Or what I recall as Satan, my brother. Satan possessed MAA and there was a good twenty minutes, I could not move. Stuck in a strange King Tut look but laying prone on my blue plastic hospital bed.
The hospital during my second stay, did not give me a blank or pillows for at least two days. And I was sleeping fine without this accommodation. The bed was blue plastic and the pillow matched it's wonder plastic consistency. The blue bed was a wonderful place to fall asleep and awake. I always woke up not rested but in a thick fog. It was a pleasing fog and the fog never truly lifted. I would come to find out the fog was my friend. It got me through the dark days and the truly awful days of the second stay at a mental hospital.
MAA was in his rare form. He was possessed by the devil and when he was off kilter from this small inconvenience. MAA was confronted with Brooke and some other person named Evelyn Wood my other wife. Brooke would go around and fixing the Holodeck. Evelyn Wood told Brooke she helped invent the Holodeck with her husband MAA. That was me. I was married to three people or more in different dimensions. This haze of fun would continue for sometime. I never truly understood why my mind took this flight of martial fancy.
My brain was trying to tell me my real wife still cared, I believe.
Thanos, was always there but was relegated to the back of the bus in my mind. MAA was present and there was no stopping that. MAA was myself on talking steroids. I would sit back and listen to MAA take over any conversation and situation. He would always be right, or correct or somehow rightly correct and never absolutely never wrong.
So at this time I had delusion upon delusion going. I was a sleepy astronaut in a space pod traveling back to earth. while I was that, I was trying to prove to my daughter still living with us. That the pod of sleep and the existential true reality and it was much better than any church or religion.
In my mind the Space pod was all of us trying to wake up from a dream. It fit perfectly with my delusions. The Holodeck was made because while I was dreaming I was also aging. This aging I could adjust, somehow. And that how was the Holodeck. So while I was dreaming my computer created another world for me to perform in. The computer randomly selected me at the hospital as a reality for me currently. It could select any moment in my life. But choose this one. This coincidentally was the real currently life of MAA. And so on....each reality was tucked into each other. How I kept them all straight and still do is beyond me. But it was all true real to MAA and I.
The Holodeck was the simplest of forms to tell you i was out of my mind in love with machines and Brooke. In my haze of the morning I say Brooke manning controls and starting up the holodeck that was what the hospital layout was all too identical. The staff were just extensions of that universe. I and was just going about doing tasks the computer told them to do. So I never during my second hospital stay believed the staff or tech or nurses and even the lawyer was real. At all. especially the lawyers. I had several lawyers come by my room. And all but once it I just tell them to leave.
"Please leave. Please leave." MAA would state without a smile. Brooke told me what to say to hospital staff. Like asking for snacks became a routine occurrence.
"Snack time." The tech would say at about 3:00 in the afternoon.
At this hospital Snack time was just about anytime the Techs could not handle the situation at the wing of the hospital. Doctors never bothered with discipline. This was left up to the Techs. There were the backbone of the mental ward. MAA in the middle of the night would talk to them endlessly because he could. The Techs were nurse who would do everything else but give medicine. The nurses would only give medicine but could and would do anything else the Techs did. They were a quasi team. After a while I got adept at asking the right person at the right time for the right thing. This was always difficult since I was the guess being served by these onslaught of servants.
Supplied by the Holodeck computer.
"Honey just ask the Techs and Nurses for help." Brooke would tell me over the intercom link in my mind.
When she was not in the same room with me. Watching over me. She was testing all situations in the hospital with another hospital overlaid on this one. She was "helping" me understand how to run the hospital for my benefit.
"We are heading to Mars or Utah. Remember." Brooke reminded me of this from one of many Brooke mode events that happened sometime during the night. No one cared then, at night. Night in the Hospital was like being on the moon. But the day brought the Holodeck to life. Night brought "Brooke Mode" silent or not.
One day the Holodeck became more and more difficult to run. Police came in and started giving all the other patients, papers. These papers were the arrest warrants they were to be served by the State. In my reality, everyone got one but me. Or so I remember. If I did get this "loving pieces of paper" would be never know, or don't remember. Anyways, Brooke was always there to guide me.
"Tear the paper into three sheets of paper and flush them down the toilet." I was told to do. And I did after not reading it. It did not matter because I was "out to lunch" mentally anyways. I would not understand what the papers meant until much later. Hospital stays. And getting around being held for more than 24 hours or 3 days. If I was arrested, they took MAA the hospital. Not jail. Not sure why? But that's what the cops did, three times. Take me handcuffed to the hospital. The handcuffs cut into me and always awoke me sort of out of a mental coma.
When I awoke that morning after the Satan possession and the Holodeck reminder from Brooke I was told to skip Breakfast, no problem. Skip lunch, bigger problem but I did it. I almost did not do it and ending up going to lunch. The person telling me to stop eating hospital food was Brooke.
"You don't need to eat, baby. Let me prove it." Brooke stated with a smile so big it would cover entire Cross-fit stadium. Yeah, my girl friend. The girl friend of my mind was Brooke Ence of cross fit fame. My mind fixated on her and never truly let go. She was in my thoughts and in my feelings and coursing through my very veins. She was my life line. Since my real wife did not visit much at this time.
"The State, has him, now." My real wife stated. When I was admitted to the hospital it was always through the means of the police. Courtesy of my wife dialing 911. She did it repeated times. I was not too happy when the "Calvary arrived."
The Holodeck became all to much even for my complex mind to handle. I started showing signs of being weary of my hospital surroundings. My brain started to go faster and faster. And I could not control it. It got so fast I was out of it for at least six hours. I remember everything it did to me. My brain felt like it was on fire or running on high test gasoline. I could nothing but lay down on the blue mattress. I would get up and down or sit up and down. I became rather sick. It was scary and no Holodeck was coming to the rescue.
"It's your penalty, for not listening to me. No lunch baby." Brooke put my mind into hyper mind. It lasted six hours. I was scared. I begged for meds. None came. When you ask for them in a mental hospital, you don't get them. When you don't want them, it's when you get them in spades.
"I need meds, badly." MAA stated and then it was me saying it. Brooke was no where to be found now. Tech came to my aide six hours later. He and some nurses took my vitals and have me meds and a small dinner. All of which, saved me. I believe. I prayed and thought it was never going to end. The sped up mind was the worse thing I have experienced while in the care of a mental hospital. MAA is eternally grateful for this wonder help. Anxiety meds did the trick. And I don't want to do that again. But by the nurses reacton of how I took to the meds. I believed it was Seroquel. It saved me that day. And my mind from the nasty Brooke Holodeck. I started not believing my mind....finally.
Brooke was gone forever. Not forever but never in a strong form. That's for sure. Brooke broke the Holodeck over lunch and some other great stuff, having to do with 911. But it was gone forever. Brooke, the Holodeck and the fun was gone. Not like the Apple room at all. Things got real serious now. I was transferred to another hospital via police and the awesome handcuffs. The third installment of Death Trap 3000, the existential TV show. No longer inter dimensional.
We were heading for Mars or Utah which ever came first.
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