In my dreams

The infared beam on patient A's keyboard was hacked. It now projected beams of dream-invasion infared generated by Brent Lockwood and his military satellite command network, paid for by the tax payers of the Canadian government. Brent aligned with Jeff Swim, Robin Blair, Char Harding, Emery Truscott, and even Gary Ransom, to prepare for the dream invasion event powered by enhanced occulus Rift technology. Patient A needed to be cracked, and even if he wrote about it in frustration at a later time, the negative attention would be enough to satiate the negative-attention seeking tendencies of all parties involved. They dream-projection software, programmed in part by Jamie Ateyo, subtly manipulated the dream state of the target, projecting familiar places and faces to extract vital information. Had patient A been aware of what was going on, he would have disabled the light pathway by turning off the keyboard, because this shit had been bothering him for months. Within the dream, the toxic actors deliberated with patient A in familiar surroundings, trying to question him, poking, prying, being true to their nature of annoyance and conflict. Was that their goal really? To be stupid and annoying as fuck? The dreams were all the same. Grandma Swim's trailer, familiar housing from past experimentation. They all worked in sync, like malignant slime trying to digest the target. Brent had his hands on the military control satellite syncing dream data with visual reconstruction data packets being beamed via infared. Like a tumor, the scum worked their way into the REM wavelengths of patient A's mind frame.

It didn't matter what they said or did in the dreams, or that the locations were always the same, it was all the same filth and annoyance.

In the dream, patient A recalled attempts to embarrass him, Jeff swim reading out emails. 'Hey look at what you wrote here, remember???' The attempt at instigating embarrassment and frustration was thwarted by patient A visualizing the dream within the context of the Valkyria Chronicles game map, where you were able to maintain a bird's eye view on the mission following a player action. Thus, the dream ended and patient A awoke, thinking to himself 'could you do me a favor and please fuck off, you fucking scum?' This shit had been going on for months, if not years, but yet their malignancy persisted, and would likely continue to persist until the very last second.