Jakob Dylan v. Jakob Dylan

My Jakob Dylan wasn’t a good impersonation of Jakob Dylan. His voice was recognizable but not correct. While my Jakob was outgoing the real Jakob seems more of an introvert. My Jakob was getting a divorce. The real Jakob remains happily married. My Jakob was involved in a situation that the real Jakob would have never allowed himself to remain. That psychic connection we had probably wouldn’t have kept him from contacting me. But it meant the torture group version of Jakob would never have to be revealed as fake.

I only wanted one thing: for the audio to go away. I thought if I could get the person talking to me out of my ear by putting him in front of me it would make things real and stop my psychic connection to him. I was way gone. I was along for the ride. But the story depended on them never having to reveal that there was no Jakob Dylan. That’s the key to the torture group, if they can’t provide the experience for you it’s likely impossible for them to do. Because the only thing holding back the torture group is the torture group’s own fear of being caught.

This story is once again underneath a story about my torturers and me. In this version of events they love me so strongly they consider me their soul mate. They did say that. I can’t get a bead on who or how many of the people working on my case created this torture. It’s probably not the product of only one individual. I can say that the Jakob Dylan I encountered was always the David character.

The David character appears to be a unidentified stock character used by the torture group. I don’t imagine for a second that I’m the only one who has ever seen him. Well he looks a little like Jakob Dylan. Go search for a picture of him. You’ll get the idea. My David was multi-faceted. He was everything anyone would need to be to have good intentions with me and fight the company from the inside out. Yup. That’s was the premise then. He was my hero. Despite all the ways he was violent or neglectful towards me.

He was exactly how the torturers treat me except he was an extreme version of them. He did things they had never done before. He thought of things they had never admitted to thinking before. He was often fantastical but somehow the most real at heart of all the characters the torture group has ever provided me with. They want me to still believe in David/Jakob/torture computer character #9. They’re still almost seven years later telling me that somebody loves me. And that someone is responsible for not only the David I see now but for my torture as well.

 

 

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s