Mall world
So with all the recent discussions about GATE , Ive been looking into it a little bit and it really stirred some memories up about my experiences in the gifted and talented programs in my various schools as a young child. I was in those programs between 1993 and 1997 when I was in elementary school. I remember being cordoned off from the rest of the class, taken to a separate classroom where we would spend the rest of the school day. All of us "gifted" children would finish our whole day's worth of school work in a few hours before we would be sent to the special class. I wonder now if that was actually true , or if they gave us less work to free up our time to be evaluated. I remember the pink shit, the headphone tests and another thing that seems insane to remember looking through this nefarious lens. They bussed us out to "writing competitions" where we were put into teams and were presented with "problems" they told us were unsolved. They were world issues like " what's the best way you can imagine to solve this issue or that issue. I can't remember hardly at all what the prompts were, I just remember we were disqualified through rounds l. They would collect our papers, process them , then bus us out as we were dismissed. What the fuck.
As Ive been looking into it lately and remembering, Ive always had vivid dreams which later became almost completely lucid but when I started reading about "Mall World" it was like a eureka moment. I have to share this dream with you guys.
I had been dreaming all night long about various things I can't recall but suddenly I was in a massive line of people. Imagine a stadium of people leaving after a sporting event. We were all moving towards what was an incredibly enormous airport/ SHOPPING MALL. This amalgamation was many many stories tall and had an escalator running all the way up. The airport portion was on the top. It had terminals just like an airport including jetways but the jetways led to a sprawling tarmac on the roof of this place and everybody spilled out onto the tarmac and I VIVIDLY remember talking to a short, red haired girl about how crazy it was that we both knew we were dreaming. She told me she was from Buffalo, NY and spoke about how cool it would be if we could meet in real life someday.
After I woke up, it dawned on me(no pun intended )that the "Airport" was a destination we were all going to that we used to return to waking life.
In essence, this GATE shit is insane and it's so fascinating that so many of us were unwittingly involved in some super freaky government experiment.