October 28, 2015
I was driving with down a country road when there was a police barrier ahead. The car in front of me was trying to swerve to get in between the two police cars and get away.
One of the officers leaped into the open window and pulled the man out. The officer who pulled him out started hitting him with a hand whip over and over on his arms and hands.
I was creaping my way through the barrier when I saw another man being beaten with a longer whip by another officer.
It was almost like they didn't see me or acknowledge my presence. I drove to the top of a hill and hide. I was close enough where I could still see.
The man who was driving in front of me was standing up now. One officer was hitting him in the back of the head with a plastic broom stick handle. He was hitting him so hard that the plastic was breaking off into pieces and flying past my head. He broke about three broom sticks over his head. The man didn't even move. He just stood there.
The other man was now completely naked. He was being held down by two officers and being kicked between his legs by the other. He didn't make a sound.
They brought the two beaten men together and force them to rip their own fingernails off. One guy took his middle finger and bit it off. It was a little strange because there wasn't that much blood.
The officers turned on the car and opened the hood and forced the two guys to melt their fingerprints on the radiator. This is the only time the two men screamed.
I was at this house. A large Victorian house. I could hear six men upstairs. I heard a paper shredder grinding documents. It was six officers.
They were trying to get rid of their identity. Then they would, intermittently, take a man out of the closet to torture.
I grabbed my friends at this point and said that we needed to get out of here.
We snuck down to the garage and got in the car and turned it on.
We opened the garage and tried to back out, but the driver just froze. There was a man with an automatic strapped to a refrigerator.
He was pointing the gun in our direction, but the driver said to shoot the water heater. He did. Then a bathtub fell from above. It fell on the mans chains. The driver said to shoot the tub. He did.
I was like, "Can you back us the hell out of here? You're not frozen anymore."
He did. Just as we were pulling away, I remembered I left my phone in the bathroom.
"Even in the nights I have unpleasant dreams, I am thankful. I get to feel, taste, smell, see, and hear. I have super strength and endurance. It's when my mind is void of these phenomena, when I wake up and remember nothing but a black abyss...those I consider nightmares."