I literally had a dream once, of being possessed by a dark shadow entity. It was not exactly just a dream, but the experience of possession. Like another entity competing with me for my body, while i was hoping to wake up, physically. And the intuition that in order to access my body again, i have to merge with them or surrender to their control again. I had many similar experiences of exploring various altered egos. Once you get into lucid dreaming, the factory of subjective reality (your brain's mechanics) can crack open and the illusion of separate self gets shattered. After a few years i was so scared of no-self and experiences of folding spacetimefabric shit and moments of atlas complex, these visionary dreams and my lucid dreaming just stopped, except for the occasional goodie, like seeing the cancer grow, predicting hospital treatments, etc.
Last time i talked to anyone, in a manner that involves some of my personality, was 7 months ago, when i visited this social anxiety self help group, that i visit a couple times per year. Didnt wanna go there since then, because one guy, who doesnt belong there, kinda violated my boundaries. He called me on the phone and suggested the possibility, that i might have a second deadly disease, more torturous, essentially parkinsons. Like he was concerned for me and want to help. But i am sure he actually wanted to scare me. Or more unconsciously, he just enjoyed pondering this possibility so much, he had to share the joy with me. I let him know of my suspicion without saying it. Obviously he is not someone with social anxiety.
After that there were only two doctor visits and occasionally i encounter my dad, but we dont really talk because he is bat shit insane. Whole nother level than me, trust me.
I buy food, so occasional eye contact with strangers.
Its normal for me, to be alone for many months at a time, but im beginning to feel a bit crazy these days, especially since i was triggered by the autism meme again.
Also the cirumstances are much worse now, considering my disease and uncertain future. I abandoned my facebook many months ago, because nobody wants to hear about my health situation. I may also have to develop a new survival strategy so its like suddenly i need to know who i am or who want to become, which is of course impossible for me. I still feel like i am not even allowed to be someone. Because i am still possessed by that shadow character. Who kinda represents my father who doesnt think highly of me. Or else I really just dont have what it takes and need to remain a tripping nothing. All i have may be delusions, i am not certain. And corona just fucking tops it off. Since i have a very low immune system.
In mythology, people who hit rock bottom are supposed to just magically know what to do to rise again. Well, pretty sure i hit rock bottom last year. Mother died. My back kinda broke. Wasnt sure if i would be able to escape paralysis, wheel chair life. And nothing. Trying to not loose my mind. Figuring out if i am still capable of getting my head around what other people write. Noticed great difficulty with that, in two or three emails last year. Kinda abandoned a friend, because my brain didnt manage to get around their own insanity. Its a brain gymn that i cant always afford while i have to research cancer treatment. Whoa, did i just made you read all of that? So sorry. I am literally pleased to read my own writing, right now, because i wasn't sure if i am still able to express myself like that.
So this has been shroedingers live for a while now. Not sure if already dead or about to be reborn somehow.