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mine first came back in what seemed like a psychotic episode. hands all over me. a group of men. hotel room.
years ago. when i would get high my hips would begin to circle and if i let it take over i would be on the ground gyrating with my arms in the air doing the typical satanic worship movements.
this recurring figure kept waking me in my dreams. this figure grew into an incubus that would fuck me during sleep paralysis when ever the wind would blow open to the bedroom door. a few times it wasn't the wind, the thought stream that began to peace it together would synchronously coincide with the semi-rare occurrence of the wind blowing the door open. one morning i fought it off. wet the bed. remembered i would wet the bed when i was young. 
everything started coming back in. i was never really into conspiracy beyond pizza/pedogate. i would read obsessively about it as a form of reexperiencing.