Doubt It Was the Goat. I Am the GOAT: Fall Fest at the Funny Farm (Sep 21, 2025)

Farm experience Fall Fest at a local farm 🍁 Review: training for this moment for four years, I got to say fuck you right to their faces. Heard the signal loud, felt safer away from it. Interested in why it was so loud and uncomfortable. At the rock mill river, where you sift through a bag of sand with a tray in the water, there were two twins without family, 30-something white identical twin males. One guy looked at me like he could hear me cursing at him. I did yell pretty loud in my head and looked them right in their eyes. I told them they were hurting me and targeting me, and fuck you, and how dare you, shame on you, you piece of shit, sitting here with your kids hurting me when I'm in public with my son. They fucked with me and my son when we were just trying to have fun. They're monsters and they don't give a fuck about my freedom. They're trying to impose their will on me by using a painful stimulus used for crowd control, just like the noise air vibration gun that was in my dream the other night. I may not be able to see the great machine, but I can look through their eyes, dead in their eyes, and tell them they fucked with the wrong fucking person. They've never met a redhead, I guess. I also told them out loud that they were hurting me, and I spoke some other words out loud too. When I went to see the goats, that's when it started. If I was stationary and not moving, they could target me better, but when I moved around it was harder for them to influence or hurt me. When we were leaving, they kept trying to slow me down and keep me there as long as possible. They really slowed my son down, but I helped him keep going when we were leaving. I understand more about pacing and thinking now. Once they slow you down, it's easier for them to hurt you or do whatever it is they're doing. I wanted to be stationary to experience the sensation again, to learn more about how it works and why it's happening. There doesn't seem to be any theme or reason, just pure hate and vitriol, but then again I do not know everything. A man in the goat pen signaled to another man when I slowed down and pointed at the shooting range sign. I was the target. The farm is building an axe house with mini golf. There's an axe coming out of the letter y and a target in the middle of the sign, which reads "farmory," a portmanteau of farm and armory. Sign in the bathroom: Welcome to the funny farm. It all felt extremely architected and simulated. Biggest, stupidest psyop, and all for me? That's a pretty self-centered way of looking at it. Yeah, probably incorrect. Nobody's that important. What would be the point of that? Is it an energy transfer thing? It's disrupting my vibe and happiness. Is that the point? What's the fucking point? I'm tired of guessing. I felt shaky, like someone was electrocuting me. I still feel that way now. Irritated and angry. I want to rest, but I can't because I'm so unhappy. I felt so much better when I left, like one thousand percent better, just to get the fuck away from there. Also, I'm all sunburned now. My lower back hurts. It feels like someone is touching me with two hands from behind, like when you dance with a partner. It doesn't hurt, but I don't want to be touched by a stranger without giving explicit consent. I revoke my consent. My head feels weird too, like someone is zapping the sides of my head. I feel safe now that I'm home, but really angry. I would like to relax, but I have to get this out of my brain while it's fresh so I will never forget. Some things are worth remembering. How much do you love curiosity? Probably not as much as me, I'd wager. I looked right at evil and it didn't go away. I looked it right in the eye and it just stared back. They're trying to keep us from connecting by jamming us. Like a real-life matrix. Insane. We are the aliens. For real. We come from France, lol. A goat apparently farted very loudly while we were there. I doubt it was the goat. I am the GOAT, though. They think it's a zero-sum game. That is very boring, lazy storytelling, small-mindedness, for realsies.

Note added Oct 21, 2026: I have been targeted when I go out in physical spaces for some years now. I kept going out anyway, to say fuck you in person.