The cult was clearly doing some "flirty fishing" shit cuz the second I showed up a bunch of hot women started flirting with me, but then they realized I was a journo and locked me in a moldy storage room.

But I was able to escape when the compound was attacked by a neo-Nazi biker gang the cult was beefing with.

Anyway I think the new anti-anxiety meds I'm on are making my dreams freakier. They're working great otherwise though.