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overwhelming anxiety. Damn infernal solitude. I am Dante through all the hells. Damned Hells everyone. And damn the fat man who appears in my dreams and trying to rape me and nobody does anything, and there is a stone. I mean, there's a way to kill him. The stone is there, watching me and I wanted to get it, but I am unable to do so. I want someone to take the stone for me and all I see there for me in the dream, struggling with the naked fat man on me there. With his bulging belly on mine. Trying and outrage, vulnerable, and I cry and people entering the room I'm in terror. People come with their children or themselves. People go and tell me what's wrong and I tell them I want to rape, to do something please, that there is a stone that hit him, and people certainly. Then I cry and ask others to help me. Others come and stare, wondering what to do. Some catch the stone but give little taps. Everyone knows what to do: take the stone and give the man in the head, but none do so. I mean, no one really helps me. Am I alone and that the stone and the fat again. I think it would take the stone, but I know unable to kill him. Do not have the strength, I think. Touché.