The Introvert
Goose! (Duck, Duck)
Hello, all my fellow e-companions. I feel now is as good a time as any to create this thread. Please be patient with me; my thoughts are more diversive than usual.
Through this thread, I will attempt to allow my brain to be dissected (lucky you). I feel now is as good a time as any to submit myself to judgement.
I experience Deja vu daily. Not your typical: "I've been here before". I have 20-second clips of time in my head. I've gotten pretty good at catching myself. Sometimes I fear I'm trapped in an expanse of time uninhabited by others. Sometimes I fear I am the only one here. Sometimes I fear it is somewhere I, we, should not be. I feel now is as good a time as any to admit these fears.
When I was little, I had chronic nocturnal enuresis. Every night. Many times, accompanied with sleepwalking, and extremely 'heavy' sleep. This is actually the reason given to my parents of my condition: I passed (and still do pass) through REM sleep and slip right into deep sleep. I'm next to impossible to wake up, and hardly comes a day where I feel rested from a good night's sleep; regardless of time slept.
Dreams, though. I had dreams. Not many dreams, but very vivid dreams. I had dreams that I see now; thoughts that I had when I was little, that I think again now. And they make sense now, the thoughts, the dreams. They're in context now. And I know that the dreams, the thoughts I had then, are now reality for me.
And I'm scared of what the thoughts I'm having now may mean in the future.
My sleep disorder sometimes causes me to be trapped in a mental state where I am conscious in my thoughts, and conscious of my body, but the two don't sync up.
@thehabitatdoctor
For instance, last year, I freaked all of my college roomates out because I had an episode, and thought I was being abducted by aliens. Screaming, fighting, the whole nine yards. I have a ton of sleepwalking stories/ half conscious stories that I could tell, but that's for another time, I suppose. Not the most convenient timing for some, i.e. my mom thought I was on drugs, and I was simply trying to explain that Orgrimmar was under seige.
It's funny, I was just watching a clip of Alex Jones ranting about Terrence McKenna's elves. I'm familiar with McKenna, and I've listened to a handful of his lectures.
It never struck me until now that I had similar encounters with 'elves'.
When I was younger, on more than one occasion, I experienced the elves. I actually called them gnomes when I was little (my brother can attest). Several times, I awoke out of a state of this sleep-consciousness with hundreds of gnomes attacking me in my bed. I never had conversations with them, but I've talked to other figments of my imagination before.
Sometimes I feel small. Sometimes I can look down at my chest, and feel the eyes from the back of my head peering into my brain and controlling me. This is rare. Mostly I can control my thoughts to go into a less convoluted mess; many times which includes eyes, and faces watching me at all times.
Most of the time, I get the impression that the faces are good to me. They look out for me. Sometimes, however, the faces are not so nice to me. I feel now is as good a time as any to confront these faces.
I want them out for good. But I need help.
Sometimes the eyes in the back of my head tell me turn around. I know there isn't anyone there. But I look anyway, just to make sure. Sometimes, the machines in my head tell me that I'm just like them. That we're all just like them; we're all the same. I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together. We think, therefore we are.
And, sometimes, I don't think I'm somewhere we should be. Sometimes I'm at the top of the world; sometimes I'm in the pits of Hell. Because I can see God, I can also see Satan. Because I can live, I can also die. I can exist, or not exist.
Why is it that I know the inevitable, yet I refuse to let it happen? Why is it that I know the problem, but I am too cowardly to face it?
Alternatively;
Why do I think I know the inevitable, when I might not? Why do I think I know the problem, or that I know anything?
Are my ideas based on fact?
Is life purely my perception?
Are my thoughts everyone else's reality?
Do I even exist?
I feel I am fighting a losing battle to control my head.
I feel now is as good a time as any to admit it.
Through this thread, I will attempt to allow my brain to be dissected (lucky you). I feel now is as good a time as any to submit myself to judgement.
Here goes. Don't be afraid of my head.
I experience Deja vu daily. Not your typical: "I've been here before". I have 20-second clips of time in my head. I've gotten pretty good at catching myself. Sometimes I fear I'm trapped in an expanse of time uninhabited by others. Sometimes I fear I am the only one here. Sometimes I fear it is somewhere I, we, should not be. I feel now is as good a time as any to admit these fears.
When I was little, I had chronic nocturnal enuresis. Every night. Many times, accompanied with sleepwalking, and extremely 'heavy' sleep. This is actually the reason given to my parents of my condition: I passed (and still do pass) through REM sleep and slip right into deep sleep. I'm next to impossible to wake up, and hardly comes a day where I feel rested from a good night's sleep; regardless of time slept.
Dreams, though. I had dreams. Not many dreams, but very vivid dreams. I had dreams that I see now; thoughts that I had when I was little, that I think again now. And they make sense now, the thoughts, the dreams. They're in context now. And I know that the dreams, the thoughts I had then, are now reality for me.
And I'm scared of what the thoughts I'm having now may mean in the future.
My sleep disorder sometimes causes me to be trapped in a mental state where I am conscious in my thoughts, and conscious of my body, but the two don't sync up.
@thehabitatdoctor
I believe you've attributed this to my 'introversion', so to speak? I recall you've noted my complete disconnection with the outside world (opposite to you).
For instance, last year, I freaked all of my college roomates out because I had an episode, and thought I was being abducted by aliens. Screaming, fighting, the whole nine yards. I have a ton of sleepwalking stories/ half conscious stories that I could tell, but that's for another time, I suppose. Not the most convenient timing for some, i.e. my mom thought I was on drugs, and I was simply trying to explain that Orgrimmar was under seige.
It's funny, I was just watching a clip of Alex Jones ranting about Terrence McKenna's elves. I'm familiar with McKenna, and I've listened to a handful of his lectures.
It never struck me until now that I had similar encounters with 'elves'.
When I was younger, on more than one occasion, I experienced the elves. I actually called them gnomes when I was little (my brother can attest). Several times, I awoke out of a state of this sleep-consciousness with hundreds of gnomes attacking me in my bed. I never had conversations with them, but I've talked to other figments of my imagination before.
Sometimes I feel small. Sometimes I can look down at my chest, and feel the eyes from the back of my head peering into my brain and controlling me. This is rare. Mostly I can control my thoughts to go into a less convoluted mess; many times which includes eyes, and faces watching me at all times.
Most of the time, I get the impression that the faces are good to me. They look out for me. Sometimes, however, the faces are not so nice to me. I feel now is as good a time as any to confront these faces.
I want them out for good. But I need help.
Sometimes the eyes in the back of my head tell me turn around. I know there isn't anyone there. But I look anyway, just to make sure. Sometimes, the machines in my head tell me that I'm just like them. That we're all just like them; we're all the same. I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together. We think, therefore we are.
And, sometimes, I don't think I'm somewhere we should be. Sometimes I'm at the top of the world; sometimes I'm in the pits of Hell. Because I can see God, I can also see Satan. Because I can live, I can also die. I can exist, or not exist.
Why is it that I know the inevitable, yet I refuse to let it happen? Why is it that I know the problem, but I am too cowardly to face it?
Alternatively;
Why do I think I know the inevitable, when I might not? Why do I think I know the problem, or that I know anything?
Are my ideas based on fact?
Is life purely my perception?
Are my thoughts everyone else's reality?
Do I even exist?
I feel I am fighting a losing battle to control my head.
I feel now is as good a time as any to admit it.