When I was in the apartment at Braintree Village, from March of 2013 to February of 2015, I had some of the worst nightmares that I have ever had in my life. The only one that was as bad from another time in my life was a nightmare that I had the first time that I was in a psychiatric unit, the summer that I turned 18. That nightmare was a car accident that ended with the image of a friend hanging out of a car door, dead, with blood pouring from her mouth. It was not something that had happened in real life.
I don't remember much from the nightmares that I had at Braintree Village. There weren't many of them. I know there was one in which I was being physically tortured.
The conglomerate enjoyed watching me while I slept, through the hidden cameras to which the comglomerate somehow got a live feed to watch me in real time. I was ridiculed about it frequently.
Copyright L. Kochman, June 29, 2015@ 4:15 p.m.
