There are semi-humanoid robots who patrol in public places and maintain respectful behavior of attendees so as to minimize distress and social friction. They have arms that elongate. If you do something wrong they will keep following you and correcting you with their arms. You have to really keep your cool and not panic or they will notice you. They are extremely persistent but maintain a facade of complete politeness "can I help you with that sir" "I know you don't want to be doing that sir" and they get more aggressive the more you resist because public distress is not allowed. You have to remain calm and thankful for the help as they watch and correct you and sometimes "personal helpers" are assigned to people who need "extra help". They have boxy bodies and plasticine humanoid faces like men from old cartoons. I'm in charge of all of the family's luggage for some reason and I don't know what belongs to who and we're late for our flight and we have to go but if I don't make sure all the bags are packed correctly everyone will be furious so I need to remember everything.

I fill my own suitcase with liquids that I then have to dump it out and in doing so I lose all of my clothes. I'm completely trapped in a hell reality of my own that no outsiders can penetrate and all of the airport cops are looking for me because of the situation with the robots and I can't go near any phones or technology because the robots are in there too and they're constantly watching and listening and taking remote control of the devices so that you can never do what you were intending to do and they can also use this to frame you for things like making it seem like you were looking up profane sexual things or sending confusing messages to people instead of asking them for help which is what you meant to do. And you can't call anyone because they're interrupting the phone lines.

Everyone has gone off somewhere and it's going to be your fault that we miss the flight because you are trapped inside of hell but nobody else can see it but you so they think you're just being a problem on purpose and at this point you've completely lost it and are screaming but nothing is coming out and are trying to move but you're rolling on the floor instead and tripping and falling and your vision is blurry and even if you see your friends and loved ones you can't trust it because it could be an illusion to trick you and pull you further into despair and even if they are real the hell-o-phone is interrupting your speech so you can't get a single idea across coherently and you can't tell if they even understand you and you just keep falling in deeper and you know soon all Hope will be completely lost and you just want more than anything to be home already but you're still stuck there being pulled aside into offices for interrogation and walking on walkways which are constantly moving and trying to throw you and other people off of them and you can hear the people screaming up ahead which means even more is to come.

The surrounding environment keeps shifting from a city to the surface of Mars with red rock everywhere. The only way to escape is to shake your head very fast and wake up but you keep falling back in, yet another way the hell tempts you back, it has fully ensnared you and you are subject to its will, and your vision is blurry and you can't tell one object from another and when you ask for help everyone is confused and disgusted and doesn't understand what you're saying.

You are always watched and controlled and there's no escape and nobody will help you because they don't even realize that something is happening because it's all inside of your own head but that doesn't make it any less real for you because you have to live and experience this in complete isolation for the rest of your life which may not even be that long if all of the horrors chasing you get you and their agenda is secret and they have snuck their psychosymbolic mechanisms into everything via mass hypnosis and you have the displeasure of a dysfunction that makes the whole thing jagged and evil. As you try to write things down the words change shape and you can never assemble enough proof to make them all believe you.