Déjà vu so extreme that I can’t tell what’s real
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I knew I was stoned, but it still freaked me out. After talking to my friends about this (while still being high), I was able to enjoy and explore it. I asked my friends some questions to which I didn't knew the answer. Still, when they answered me, I knew with great certainty that "I've heard this before". My friends came up with all sorts of fun experiments to further explore my state.
I later read that this feeling (i.e. a normal Deja Vu) presumably is caused by the brain storing information immediately into long term memory, instead of keeping it in short term memory first. When the information is in long term memory while you are still experiencing it, you get the feeling that you've experienced it before.
Scratching the surface of how my own brain works (and can be rewired), was extremely profound and quite unsettling. I stopped smoking since.
I randomly get such a thing - hours worth of deja vu. Even when I know I've not been in the situation before. Smoking semi-regularly actually makes this happen less often.
Also, with the same frequency, can't distinguish if something (realistic) actually has happened to me or if it was in a dream. Something as simple, for example, as going to the beach and playing volleyball with my friends. I will catch myself going through a memory of something, only to realize it actually was from a dream. The memory is as real as any others I have - vivid detail, feelings attached to it, etc. I have to think back on what I've done that week to see if it actually happened or not.
Observing the inner workings of memory and the brain as symptoms is one of the oddest things in life, in my opinion. I've learned not to be scared of it and instead enjoy it as part of the human experience!
Analogy: a magical secretary is tidying your desk and files. They pull out some files to re-order, put some files you were working on away, lift it pages/images to see where those files should go, etc.. You interrupt them and they scuttle away. You don't believe in magical secretaries so you quickly (and inconsistently) imagine that you were working on the files that were out making a story that explains how those files came to be there, in that arrangement.
Presumably if scanning techniques can show images of what we see in dreams that provides some evidence against this hypothesis, however it doesn't defeat it unless it shows we _experience_ those images through the period when we suppose we're dreaming.
Evidence that refutes this idea gladly considered.
Another possible argument against is if a partner next to you observes you tossing and turning and possibly speaking in your sleep over time, and then you wake up and describe a dream you were experiencing consistent with what they saw. How would you explain the tossing and turning and talking in one's sleep in your hypothesis?
So at the very least lucid dreams happen in 'real time'.
People saying things could be like the images appearing in the visual cortex that I tried to address in brief. They can appear, be processed, provide external output and such without necessarily being part of a dream experience happening at that time.
Back to my analogy, the magic secretary plays back some sound files, which maybe someone in a different office hears and attributes to you being present, but which you aren't "there" to experience. When you start to wake to consciousness you see the files and infer you were working on them, your partner mentions utterances consistent with one file and your brain meshes that in to part of the "story" it is writing of the dream experience (a la deja-vu).
See however the sibling comment.
But the extra weird part was that after that, I'd occasionally get similar episodes while sober, for a couple of years
As in English, ngHolo's Indo-Chinese dialect contains the image of the dawn as a "crack" or "break." The peasants believe this crack is real--that a day literally ossifies over its 24-hour period, trapping the earth inside a cosmic shell. The shell is then ruptured by the rising sun. But the Virtuals play with this image to emphasize both the violent and nurturing aspects of "always waking up". On the one hand, perpetual gnosis constantly rends the dreamlike illusion--or more exactly, the tentative construction--of your present plateau. On the other hand, such gnosis pervades the mind with the empty but pregnant emptiness of the glowing dawn sky.
In fact, if it turned to be real, it would have far reaching consequences on the nature of reality.
She's had a peculiar persistent condition ever since taking a very large dose of lsd with me.
On a near-nightly basis for the last two years her dreams have been entirely different in quality to before her trip.
Prior to the trip she always dreampt in third person, as if watching a story unfold. Now she often has first person dreams.
These first person dreams are so much more real to her than her prior dreams. Indistinguishable from reality.
She often will learn things in the dreams that she doesnt know in real life.
When she woke up from the time she was dreaming as an autistic Vietnemese man during the Vietnam War and started talking Vietnemese to me, that was weird. Pulling out Google translate and having it accurately translate.
Or when she mentioned acute details of a person that neither of us had met before, but soon would be introduced to by a mutual acquaintance of ours. She knew this person because she had a dream where she was that person. The girl was described as chubby with dark hair and had a missing ring finger since birth, as well as being a mutual acquaintance of the friend who would introduce us.
It would take me days of writing to capture the adventures we've been on since this strange phenomenon began. Too many of her "alternate lives" for lack of a better word. And to be honest neither of us talk about it much. Even our closest friends just know the vague superficiality of it. Who would believe us? Most would be incredulous or write us off as nuts. The last place I'd expect this comment to meet welcoming eyes is a place like HN, and for good reason. There's no evidence of this nonsense outside of anecdotes. My wife certainly can't control her dreams to do a repeatable experiment. However now that I mention that, I wonder what lucid dreaming could be like for her.
Neither of us believed in psychic phenomenon before this, but now we just sort of accept that there are greater mysteries than the narrow lens of materialism is now focused on.
We can't explain these occurrences.
it's pretty fascinating stuff and your story sounds somewhat familiar to this biography i once read about not too long ago.
it makes you wonder if this stuff is indeed real.
http://www.baba-vanga.com/2015/09/04/baba-vanga-biography-in...
btw, don't fall for the whole media stuffs about her predictions, many of them are bs, stick to the original source.
The persistence of the sensation has broken over the years. Only when jetlagged or exhausted will the deja vu filter reappear.
Another thing I've noticed is that if I'm super tired - that type of tired when you can fall asleep in 10 seconds - is that one half of me will fall asleep faster than the other. If I'm woken in those few seconds I awaken with what feels like two sets of memories for those few seconds that goes with a strong sense of deja vu.
* I've been to doctor and discussed this. Had MRI & EEG (nothing unusual), and removed a lot of stress my life combined with a good diet and exercise. I've had little in the way of such strange experiences in a long while except a little deja vu every now and again.
They gave me a drug that hasn't been invented yet. It was called 'cloud'.
In the dream I could feel the drug as if I was awake. It made me see a huge amount of colors I can't normally see. As if I had an extra cone in my eye.
Then we swam in blue tiled baths in the hills behind my house that aren't there in waking life.
Not sure what it means.
It's possible that he dreamed this, forgot his dream, and then remembered it, causing the feeling of having been there before. He had been there before, in his dreams.
As I'm just reaching the edge of losing consciousness, my brain starts to manufacture false memories about whatever nursery rhyme I'm reading. For example if I'm reading "sing a song of sixpence" my brain will say "ah yes, I remember this one, the king and the maid are having an affair, and the queen learns about it and has her killed". Then I'll shake off sleep and realise that it was a false memory
It's an odd feeling.
Similarly, sometimes when drifting off I'll find myself at the end of a train of thought which I did not have. I don't know how else to describe it. It's like my subconscious was having a train of thought and i jumped in and claimed it.