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About Sleepless Dystopian
Step inside Sleepwalking into dystopia, curated by Sleepless Dystopian, the restless domain of marketing mentalist, poet and writer Sam I Am. Here, the mission is singular: to prise apart the tangled latticework of a world shaped by manipulation, persuasion, and the invisible power of those who dream up the architectures of control—a podcast dedicated to dissecting reality through prose, satire, art, mentalism, opinion, and heated debate. Some days, the format fractures and reforms as raw creative energy—a fugue of original prose, fragments read aloud as if they had always lived in the cracks between waking and sleepwalking. Other times, the current twists political, the mood sharper: unpicking the layers of media framing, the manipulations of big business, the sleight-of-hand performed by politicians as they orchestrate narratives meant to keep us docile and compliant. Welcome to the conversation; the rules were written for you, but here they are torn apart. Join and follow on my Facebook page today facebook.com/sleeplessdystopian (https://www.facebook.com/sleeplessdystopian/) join us @ sleeplessdystopian.com (http://sleeplessdystopian.com) A free community and platform for writers of dystopian, cyberpunk, and speculative fiction, and nonfiction. Refuge for the vigilant insomniacs. We chart digital dystopia armed with words. Our narratives counter algorithms designed for outrage fuelled engagement. Unpicking architectures of undue influence, coercion and control of the attention and intention economy. Finding meaning through storytelling as resistance. cyberpunks sleepless in dystopia with a pinch of chaos magick 👺 this could be fun
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- It is I Sam I Am / Sleepless Dystopian
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- arts · business · comedy · fiction · health & fitness · leisure · news · religion & spirituality · science · society & culture · technology
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- en
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- First episode
- 6 Mar 2021
- Latest episode
- 24 May 2026
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24 May 2026
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The aim is to become other but not elsewhere to plant many seeds that things may grow They won't see it coming If you get it right so right it must be not mean but with intention while attention is distracted become the alchemist dance with Danu see the Moon bathe in her glory in mother earths forest drink her water lay by her fire and then these words hold mean[ing] and then its worth the ink. but only if you do it and you understand then your power and your glory are spoken of in silence only then are you becoming only then you'll never end
28 Mar 2026
decode
do not listen to this while driving or operating machinery of any kind. its time to decode Join sleeplessdystopian.com (http://sleeplessdystopian.com) A free community and platform for writers of dystopian, cyberpunk, and speculative fiction, and nonfiction. Refuge for the vigilant insomniacs. We chart digital dystopia armed with words. Our narratives counter algorithms designed for outrage fuelled engagement. Unpicking architectures of undue influence, coercion and control of the attention and intention economy. Finding meaning through storytelling as resistance. cyberpunks sleepless in dystopia with a pinch of chaos magick 👺 this could be fun
3 Mar 2024
wisdom of wisdom fools
If I say the god I believe in doesn’t carry a brief case And the devil is in need of a shave If I dare to ask the question Will you stop me and tell me to behave If I question every answer If I fold beneath the sheets If my soul is eaten with cancer Will you still believe I take up arms so defensive I take up position so wide I act not to be offensive I act until I die My god needs no worship No slavery in sight No servants at the door No widows plight I take up arrows of good fortune And plunder what is left Of your sanctions comes my thunder Of you love I am bereft Stolen from me before birth I reach out and yearn Taken from what I’m worth But in you I never learn Take up arms of good sorrow Spears turn into earthly tools In your yoke I will borrow The wisdom of wisdom fools I look now for life’s long lesson And find it lacking in plain view I beg forgiveness for my transgression I wish your judgement were not true I wish now for an answer A way to make it all worthwhile Take god away this cancer And put back my childish smile Finding meaning without reason Finding reason where meaning once stood No changing within the season No words that come out good I ask now for the guidance To find a way through it all I ask now not for your silence I ask now not to let us fall
20 Aug 2022
This thing we’re building
This thing we’re creating, it’s not natural but it comes from it. At least we used to be. Now we are part robot. And we don’t mind it. In fact We love it. We get withdrawals if we are moments away from it. This thing we’re building. It is not natural. It will suck the life out of everything and keep going. I would tell you to watch, but you won’t miss a second. You’ll click replay. Because that’s what you like. And they know it. They knew it before you did, and that is the scary thing. At least it should be. But you don’t seem bothered. You never really do. As long as you can get your rocks off. And play your role. It’s panto. And your happy. And so am i. If I don’t engage, I am shunted. If I do, I am de-framed. So, I do. But I don’t. but I so do at times. We all do. There is no point denying it, when we don’t, for the longest while, we find contemplation. And things growing we never noticed before. And then we reach out for it, its all over again. They paint algorithms with our lives so that we live on eternal. And we wonder why mother has left the building. She might not be going for a pack of cigarettes this time. And we know we are right. But we are easily distracted and hypnotised by machines. I am robot. Photo by Alex Knight: (https://www.pexels.com/photo/high-angle-photo-of-robot-2599244/) Visit sleeplessdystopian.com (sleeplessdystopian.com) to read more of my work
15 Aug 2022
sometimes it goes the other way too’
people say they are going to go dark and they don’t mean it they say they are disconnecting, going off-grid but it is all just utter bullshit and I am no different I mean clearly look at me typing into a computer to write a post on my website to share on social media in the vain hope that someone might be in some way touched by it Narcissist that I am But I would love to be a painter A sculptor For then I would not touch high definition As I would be touching on life So, I would like to go off-grid Buy some woodland Live off the land And be a good neighbour and caretaker to all the beings that live within it Grow my own food But only some of this will happen and not in the rose-tinted way I would like them to And some things won’t happen at all And I will have to be okay with that Because one day we all go You will go, I will go, everyone will go from this world into another And we are so tied to this one that that process can be painful And can break our heart So let it It’s meant to Don’t be fooled by the Hollywood bullshit endings There are no great speeches There are no grand finales And certainly, no encore for the likes of you and me Not this time so, living off the land sounds nice and we should all give it a go or at least die trying but in harmony with it, not the other way a million fucked up consciousness club together to buy a second-hand car and then drove it through your mall and the worst thing is you saw it coming, all along, and you were too paralyzed with fear about your own incompetence that it came true well, that’s the way it goes junior but remember what the film said “c” And then the line died,` and with it the party -- Photo by James Frid: (https://www.pexels.com/photo/withered-ground-1097016/) Written and read by Sam I am from SleeplessDystopian.com (SleeplessDystopian.com)
16 Jun 2022
lost. Even to ourselves. Until we expire.
We court ourselves our entire lives. We are hardly getting to know ourselves and we disappear. The reality of that should hit home, but it doesn’t. It never does. We wonder at ourselves. Pity ourselves and are let down by ourselves far more often than we would like to mention. But it’s ok. We are only human. Whatever that is. And so, the mystery continues. We are never quite where we think we are when we look to try and find ourselves. And we are always the same. But somehow different. We can sit and stare all day and yet never really be there. We can be lost. Even to ourselves. Only to realise we were meant to be thinking about nothing and not be lost in something. Shadows dance across the periphery and bring smiles to our faces. And sometimes pain. But those versions of ourselves we remember but it is not quite us. It’s not quite who we recognise as the image we have painted in our minds. Bad or good it makes no difference. But it is seldom what we see in the mirror and recognise when we truly know who we really are. And so, we project out. Because it’s easier. It is easier than doing the work and finding the answers. We can palm it off on the other guy and let him feel its retribution, so be it. In our disregard for human existence. We disregard our own. And yet we know it and we do it anyway because we are just too damn hard on ourselves. we didn’t ask for this. It’s not our doing. We’re just trying to survive the game. Until we expire. So, we know so little by its end that we read it aloud. We search for meaning in the meaningless and pay over the odds for it. And it’s mediocre at best. Back of the postcard semiprecious platitudes make up for a lack of any discernible integrity. But yet we buy into it because we’ve got to find something to take the edge off. We need to find meaning. They say that as you get older you start to settle into yourself. And it’s true. But you also look back at the older, or younger, versions of yourself and somehow you are unrecognisable, even to you And yet a grain of you was there all along. Which should be enlightening but it leaves you asking, “well if it wasn’t me there all along who was it and where have they gone?” And you are right to ask. Photo by Pixabay: https://www.pexels.com/photo/macro-photography-of-brown-and-black-lost-cat-signage-on-black-bare-tree-159868/
12 Sept 2021
This life
This life This life, this life it hurts and sometimes Sometimes the people make it worst Chasing, chasing words away Chasing, I wish the words would stay And inspire me to find something else to do And inspire me to do something like you But this life is what they put me through, they said Know your place son And get your homework done Learn the system of success Don’t give in to sin, lest you will confess This life This life sucks out your soul All pain, no angst no rock n roll Left dying on the road History let’s your mind explode This life will never let you rest This life will beat you at your best This life, this life is a struggle from the start Lost in confusion of the heart This life is all that’s left to give This life is all I have to live --- Photo by Pixabay (https://www.pexels.com/@pixabay?utm_content=attributionCopyText&utm_medium=referral&utm_source=pexels) from Pexels (https://www.pexels.com/photo/grayscale-photography-of-pedestal-balustrade-161875/?utm_content=attributionCopyText&utm_medium=referral&utm_source=pexels)
20 May 2021
Meaning
A poem about meaning
6 Mar 2021
Cult of Conspiracy
The cult of conspiracy ravages within the echo cambers of social media. Painting the wall monochrome with the blood of the naysayer. Leaving the stale scent of resentment for all that do not believe. A warning sign for all that should doubt, with the head of John the Baptist placed out front with a spike shafted up through his neck and out through his left eyeball. The crime? He wasn’t an anti vaxer, he was a baptiser of tax collectors, working for a higher cause of course. People have become too lazy to do the real work, to dig a little deeper than the meme. To find out the real cause or source of the information they spew forth, like, share and use to justify the hatred and bile that envelopes them. To find out where the real conspiracy lies whilst they promote Russian filled disinformation, misinformation and make the news seem fake. Grasping at every straw to suit their world view. To try and make sense of the senseless. And normalise abnormalities. “The numbers are fake” they cry “it is no more deadly than the flu”, “They are trying to bring down the economy and enforce sodomy on the young.” When was it that conspiracy theory became mainstream? When did the theorist move from sweat filled darkened rooms, with news paper clippings connected by bits of string on every wall, or maybe that was just the movies? When will people realise that the real conspiracy is the conspiracy theories themselves that point people in the wrong direction whilst data-driven disco kings dance across their timelines. Critical thinking, becomes less critical. No need to study and learn when you are reposting and how it sits within the world when universities are filled with communists looking to force gender specific pronouns on you, whether you want them or not. Everything is a lie. Everything is fake. Everything is driven by greed. Well no shit Sherlock. If conspiracy is the rich conspiring to make themselves and their friends richer, then yes conspiracies are everywhere. Or that is just business a usual. But what about the deep state? What about the illuminati? You don’t hear too much about them anymore. Why not? Don’t get me wrong I like and will entertain a good conspiracy theory. But at the moment people seem to be grasping at straws. Aligning with badly thought out theories with very little substance behind them. They are easy to pick apart. But be wary, when you do expect the wrath of the theorist to turn on you and name you part of the “problem”. Watch you don’t find yourself cancelled. But why I hear you proclaim have they become so popular. The cult of conspiracy needs cult leaders. And they have found a way to monetise hate and generate a star following by spewing forth bilge in disguise as insight. Watch closely my friend and see who is getting rich off the theory. Who is dinning out on your dime whilst you throw yourself into the firing line of yet another ill throughout out meme war?
6 Mar 2021
A world stuck in its own shadow
A world stuck in its own shadow not growing Not moving the way, we were told it would Was it a lie? A mass conspiracy A social hoax, on us all An experiment gone wrong They promise so much and yet deliver so little False prophets peddling fear and lies Empty headed and lose tongued Whispering in the ears of informants Whilst snarling in the face of democracy False vipers Fangs removed, looking to incite a riot A false revolution A knuckled headed coup on the people Fooling no one but those attracted to the alternative to truth
6 Mar 2021
Look into the mirror
Look into your mirror, if you dare, take a good look at yourself, are you who you wanted to become? Or are you a shell of your former dreams? You can feel it can’t you? It’s a gnawing at the base of your skull. Always there, always gnawing away bit by bit devouring what dreams once lay beneath. Look into your eyes. Directly into your own eyes and breathe. Take a deep breath in and fill your lungs right down to your abdomen. Keep staring into your own eyes. Don’t look away. And breathe out slowly. Feel the energy rise up your body. From your toes to the base of your feet. Up through your lower legs, up through your thighs, you groin, ass and hips, up to the base of your spine and hold it there. Keep staring into your eyes and breath in deeply and then on your out breath let the energy rise into the base of your spine and your lower abdomen. Rising slowly up the spine and into your chest space and breathe. Keep staring into your own eyes, you may feel a little light head and dizzy but keep eye contact with yourself, keep looking for what is inside, who is that staring back at you? Not the shell or the ego but the person behind the shell. Breathe in. Let the energy fill your hearth space and connect fully with your heart, you can feel, can’t you? That connection between the energy centre in your gut and your heart. Hold that feeling and keep focused on keeping eye contact with whatever entity is now looking back at you. And breathe. Take another deep breath in and let the energy rise up into your shoulders and arms, down your biceps and forearms, into your hands and fingers, you feel it don’t you, let the energy flow through back up into your throat area and the base of your neck in up the spine. You can feel it can’t you, more vividly than before. You can feel that gnawing right at that point at the base of your skull, the gnawing doubt of realisation that you might never become the person you wished to be. Breathe in and watch that energy rise up into your head. Feel the energy rise up into your chin and the back and centre of your head at the same time, as if your skull was filling with water, and breathe, keep looking into those eyes. Its looking back at you, whatever it is, it sees you and you see it. The energy continues upwards at the back and centre of your head and over your lips, you feel it in your tongue, your teeth and up into your nose. The front of your face. Your cheeks, your lower sagging and tired eyelids, you let out a big, tired sigh until the energy seeps up into your eye line, into your eyeballs that feel dry, now the energy is sat right back at the very windows from which you see into your soul and within which you have connected with this entity that is calmly observing you becoming aware of it. The energy rises. It reaches the spot on your forehead just between your eyes. The spot where they say the third eye remains. You feel the energy there and the connection. You become aware of the energy centres of your heart and your gut have become more alive and connected to that spot. You place your left hand on your heart and your right on your stomach and breath. Breath in deep that connection, you feel centred and connected. Your deep connection with that thing that sit behind your eyes moves into a new space of knowing and you breathe. You rest in that spot of the longest while and then…. you let than energy rise up filling the rest of your head until it reaches the peak, the very top of your head and your consciousness. You take a deep breath and hold it as the energy reaches the tip of your head, your very highest peak and you hold that breath you feel a little light headed but still you hold that breath until you can hold it no more and you let go, you breath out a big long breath and you feel the release from your entire body as it softens and relaxes and all the time keeping eye contact a sense of relief and relaxation comes over you as you realise that the entity that is looking back at you is you, not the ego and the constant chatter that thinks it is you but the real you, the universal life source connected to all energy that is experiencing itself as you and you accept it and connect with it. And you realise that that gnawing at the base of your skull is subsiding, it is fading away and it was not your egoic false connection to perceived failure but a growing need to connect to the real you, the observer behind the eyes, behind the egoic mind, the observer that watches and connect us to something greater. The one who sits in quiet judgement of us, who knows what is truly good and what is not, who knows if we are living the best lives we can be, who knows more than any words could convey who you really are. Now I will leave you in peace to get to know each other.
6 Mar 2021
Step Inside
Step inside yourself, they say Set aside your outer senses Step inside and see Your inner workings Step inside and see What is hidden What awaits you there Fear not Although the path may be weary for your soul It is worth doing Knowing your inner workings And what lurks within the shadows Forgotten and buried deep Step inside yourself and see yourself anew It’s a path worth treading only if you dare Step inside yourself and awaken your inner demons Only then would you be able to tame them Only then will you be able to step outside yourself And know what it is to be you Step inside yourself, they say It is a journey worth taking Step inside
6 Mar 2021
Alternative Truth
In a world where reality is subjective and fake truths out way facts what can you believe? You spend your days downloading digital delusion and confusion and fear is all you see. The world looked a little different yesterday, or so you think. But how do you know what reality is anyway when alternative facts ring inside your head. Everyone has a theory. And those that deny the connections you see are either part of the problem or living in a world on constructed reality. Controlled by the media and the government propaganda but all the way through you have had the ability to see the truth through the lies, haven’t you? Even when you were small? You could always read between the lines even when there weren’t any words on the page. And now you see it for what it is. The others are just sheep. The madding crowds flock to their masters will and do not leave their homes. They obey. Prisoners to the story. Prisoners to the spin. The others they wear their masks, but you see right through them. They hide their smiles as the authorities have demanded. And when basic supplies look like they might be going short they panic. But not you. You have been waiting for this day for a long time. You have been preparing, planning, waiting. They fall in line. But you walk to a different beat. You tread your own path. You don’t hide behind your government legislated masks. You stand out whilst trying to blend in a not alert the authorities. You are special. You were sent here to speak the alternative truth, and this is your destiny, you’re meaning. And you spoke it didn’t you. You spoke out against the rules and regulation, you caused a fuss. You refused to wear the masks, to keep the distance, to stay at home, and when the protection was offered, you refused that injection because you didn’t want that chip in your shoulder. You didn’t want the government to know what you were up to, to monitor your movements and your thoughts and so you told your world about it on Facebook and YouTube via your smart phone and your bubble grew, your echo chamber reverberated. But the government knew more from that phone than you ever realised and no chip in your shoulder could ever compare with what they knew about you. You were paranoid you were being watched, because you was, by the algorithms. And now, as you lie on your hospital bed, grasping at and gasping for breath, you are certain you know what truth is, now. What reality looks like. And you realise the biggest conspiracy you uncovered in all of your searching and research and digging online was the conspiracy that showed itself in this moment. The conspiracy to shroud the truth in enough doubt that you believed the lies that you spread over that what lay in front of your eyes. And with your last breaths you realise your purpose, you reach for your phone, you Go Live and announce to all that are watching, all of your followers that it is not fake, that this disease is true, that people are dying of it and you are one of them, but as you do you see your follower, you friends in your echo chamber, you see them dislike, give the angry face and come back at you. Calling you a mole, an inside agent of lies and propaganda, you have been denounced and shunned by your cult of conspiracy for daring to do that one thing you must never do, confuse reality with alternative truth, you let reality slip in, and as you realise with your last breath your destiny, your life purpose and meaning to dismantle this cult of confusion you realise it’s too late and it slips away from you without a sound.
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