Achieving Escape Velocity

Lessons in escaping "the matrix"

This is an actual crime scene photo.

What’s up man.

Welcome back to The Dream Lounge.

When I first discovered the early manosphere in 2005, I had little idea what actually drove me to find it. On the surface I lacked the social and sexual skills to bang hot girls. This was frustrating because I wanted to have sex with them, and they were not interested in participating.

In fact I ended up something of a real estate tycoon, rich in friend zone properties.

I was not happy about that, so I set out to improve myself and fix that problem. At least this much was obvious even then as a motivating factor.

It took me many years - and even becoming an organizing cult leader guru in the manosphere - to wake up to the deeper facts about what had drove me to discover this odd little community of men. It would be fair to say I had a heavy normalcy bias for my own childhood and family life growing up. Plenty of rationalizations and minimalizations to go along with it, reinforced by the family I grew up with and a culture just as rotten.

All of this slowed down my own waking up.

It took until about 30 to start taking these issues seriously. A gradual awakening to how severe the violence, dysfunction, and drug abuse were for the entire first 17 years of my life in that home environment.

Not incidentally two things also happened in my 30s.

1. Things started to get really bad with that family of origin in terms of both my parents and three siblings.

2. I started my own family, giving me a new perspective on family life, fatherhood, and marriage.

Have you ever assaulted someone with a deadly weapon, without intending to kill them? Happens all the time, like slipping on a banana peel.

After growing up in a situation of never ending domestic violence, alcoholism, and other drug abuse, to the surprise of no one all 3 of my siblings in some variation and capacity struggle with:

• Morbid obesity

• Drug abuse

• Drug rehab

• Alcoholism

• In and out of cop cars

• In and out of mental institutions

• Gambling addictions

As I’ve shared with you before on TDL, if they don’t do it themselves then they married it. That same little sister seen above, married a drug addict she met at rehab. He died from a drug overdose about a year and a half ago, leaving her and their 2 boys behind.

I had sued them both in family court for custody previously of my 2 nephews, due to the issues of domestic violence and drug abuse. The opening image of this newsletter with the blood covered wall? Taken from the scene of the crime.

My brother in law begged the state prosecutor to drop the charges and “let their family get back to normal”. Normal meant him drying of a drug overdose less than a year later.

CPS/DCF are all basically useless. You could snort 10lbs of blow in front of a cop, on video, Hunter Biden style, with toddlers present, and they would be like look here sir it’s complicated, our hands are tied okay?

My other sister married an alcoholic gambling addict who actually won a clean million in 2021, before blowing every penny in under 2 years, as is common among gambling addicts.

Both sisters are now obese, little one floating around 250 pounds. Gains about 10-15lbs a year. Easy 300 pounder on a scooter by 40.

My brother is the most fucked up of all. I wouldn’t even know where to start.

My wife’s family is a bit better off, but not by much. Her father is also a lifelong alcoholic and will be dead soon enough from it. My own father died from alcohol abuse (and steroid abuse) not so long ago. Her father at least was the passive, sleepy type.

My own alcoholic father was the more energetic/beat your wife and kids up type.

Her own siblings - while more functional - also universally struggle with some combination of alcohol abuse/drug abuse/severe obesity.

For example I told her older sister she looked like a lesbian with the body of a beach ball. Hilarity ensued.

And yet my wife and I came together and made this little bundle of joy.

• We’re not gambling addicts.

• We’re not alcoholics or other drug addicts.

• We’re not fat fucking whales.

• We don’t get arrested for attacking people with knives.

We’re just a married couple building a family without chaos and destruction.

Both of our families hate us. Probably because we don’t engage in all these degenerate trailer trash behavior patterns and as a result have achieved escape velocity.

Trashy people are like crabs in a bucket. White trash, black trash, spic trash, gook trash, doesn’t matter. Trash = crabs.

It’s probably not a coincidence that Allyssa and I are together coming from these sorts of backgrounds. While mine was orders of magnitude more insane, it still leaves us in the same spot. We have tons of in laws that are walking shit shows.

It’s universal, except with her and I. We are both black sheep for defying this degeneracy.

Which is to say that like us, you wield an enormous degree of control over the present and future of your life. You probably won’t get to decide how you die someday, but you do get to decide how you live and what sort of people you will allow into your life.

It’s worth noting here that a lot of what I saw with the decline of my own family was in part a product of economic decline. When the economy was roaring in the 90s and the dollar was strong, most of these problems didn’t exist in my hometown.

People weren’t dropping dead of drug overdoses left and right, and there wasn’t a scratch off machine on every corner.

Which is to say this is how normies live, they go with the flow, like dead fish floating down a river.

I chose to live a very different life. I didn’t know what I was escaping, but I was escaping something, and it was a lot nastier than having rusty social skills.

The manosphere and The 21 Convention were my vehicles of escape. Apparently my escape helped millions of other men achieve something similar, specific to their circumstances.

/s/ Anthony Dream Johnson

P.S.

I have some important announcements coming soon, stay tuned amigo.