I was having the worst dream.
I was in a brightly lit room in an evil science lab.
The scientists were on the other side of a glass wall, contemplating the best way to extract the intelligence from my brain.
I was helpless, strapped to the wall and crying.
I was stuck in my closet-sized room like a guinea pig in a small cage.
In many ways, that’s exactly what I was.
A guinea pig.
A person used as a subject for experiment.
A mindless animal that can be easily manipulated by whoever’s possession it is in.
A mindless animal in its owner’s full control and possession.
A mindless animal that is possessed.
And when I opened my eyes, I was sad to find out that this terrible dream was in fact reality.
I was in the bright room.
The scientists were there.
I was hopelessly stuck.
I was still the guinea pig.
And I was still possessed.