I still had people I wanted to talk to, so I chinned and pulled up to the top of the walls and walked around on them and talked to the people I wanted to talk to. Then other people wanted me to carry messages to people in other groups, so I did that, too. And someone started calling me Wallwalker and at first it was just a silly name, but then some people started sneering -- Wallwalker, goes everywhere, lives nowhere. I told them I lived at my house, not in a little cell and I had food there and cats and all the outdoors to go through. And even if I didn't, I couldn't group up based on one belief, I had lots of beliefs. Some folks in different groups decided they wanted out, too, so I went looking in the lumber & tools for a ladder.
Then the speaker stepped out on a hidden balcony-like thing and said to Stop! I was ruining his research! There wasn't supposed to be someone like me, who wouldn't go into groups. So I told him if his research was ruined, the people might as well come out. I found a ladder and started letting people up and out, but some people were now so mad that they'd been tricked that they boosted each other up and out and some of the guys went after the speaker. He disappeared from the balcony and that's when I woke up.
I think my subsconscious thinks a bit much of itself. In real life, there'd be lots of people who saw what was happening and would stop it, plus people who wouldn't go into groups.