My brother recommended this story from Reddit. Apparently it's true. What a mindfu*k! It reminds me of a supercharged salvia trip. Quote:throw away account cause this is really personal.
My last semester at a certain college I was assulted by a football player for walking where he was trying to drive (note he was 325lbs I was 120lbs), while unconscious on the ground I lived a different life.
I met a wonderful young lady, she made my heart skip and my face red, I pursued her for months and dispatched a few jerk boyfriends before I finally won her over, after two years we got married and almost immediately she bore me a daughter.
I had a great job and my wife didn't have to work outside of the house, when my daughter was two she bore me a son. My son was the joy of my life, I would walk into his room every morning before I left for work and doted on him and my daughter.
One day while sitting on the couch I noticed that the perspective of the lamp was odd, like inverted. It was still in 3D but... just.. wrong. (It was a square lamp base, red with gold trim on 4 legs and a white square shade). I was transfixed, I couldn't look away from it. I stayed up all night staring at it, the next morning I didn't go to work, something was just not right about that lamp.
I stopped eating, I left the couch only to use the bathroom at first, soon I stopped that too as I wasn't eating or drinking. I stared at the fucking lamp for 3 days before my wife got really worried, she had someone come and try to talk to me, by this time my cognizance was breaking up and my wife was freaking out. She took the kids to her mother's house just before I had my epiphany.... the lamp is not real.... the house is not real, my wife, my kids... none of that is real... the last 10 years of my life are not fucking real!
The lamp started to grow wider and deeper, it was still inverted dimensions, it took up my entire perspective and all I could see was red, I heard voices, screams, all kinds of weird noises and I became aware of pain.... a fucking shit ton of pain... the first words I said were "I'm missing teeth" and opened my eyes. I was laying on my back on the sidewalk surrounded by people that I didn't know, lots were freaking out, I was completely confused.
at some point a cop scooped me up, dragged/walked me across the sidewalk and grass and threw me face down in the back of a cop car, I was still confused.
I was taken to the hospital by the cop (seems he didn't want to wait for the ambulance to arrive) and give CT scans and shit..
I went through about 3 years of horrid depression, I was grieving the loss of my wife and children and dealing with the knowledge that they never existed, I was scared that I was going insane as I would cry myself to sleep hoping I would see her in my dreams. I never have, but sometimes I see my son, usually just a glimpse out of my peripheral vision, he is perpetually 5 years old and I can never hear what he says. http://www.reddit.com/r/...ion_to/c3g4ot3?context=3Has anyone here experienced something like this?
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That's really creepy, gave me the chills reading it. I've had strange moments during lsd trips where I thought I had done something terrible and come to, only to realize that I had never left my little station. But the memories of them were not at all vivid afterwards and were like a combined projections of internal fears and insecurities all wrapped up into one thing. I've also had moments while on hallucinogens when it felt like everything was manufactured, and sort of in play-back, though I'm sure everyone's familiar with something similar here. When I was really young however, I used to have night terrors that I would wake up in the midst of. All I really remember from these were the dreams before waking up, it was like being in a machine, because everything was dark but loud beyond description, and it would often feel like it would never ever end which would result in this feeling of horror and helplessness. Not really too relevant, but it reminded me of that since his dream went on for years, as these nightmares would feel like they went on for ages and ages. The only hell for a warrior is peace.
The warm fuzzy side of the cold hard truth.
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I've never had an experience on quite that length of time. Shortly after I started doing DMT, I started having dreams within dreams. The reality of them seemed to supersede the quality of reality of other dreams if scrutinized. I would wake up from a dream into another dream. I would be aware of the fact that I was just dreaming, and I'd get up, look in the mirror, go on the computer, listen to music...but then it would turn out that I was still dreaming and I would wake up from that. Sometimes when I wake up into the intermediary dream, I'm in my old house, which I know shouldn't be quite right, but I'm usually overjoyed because I think to myself, "I usually only get to be here in my dreams..." Most of these dream within dream experiences seem to be accompanied by paralysis of my dream self. I can feel my body be mildly electrocuted, or something to that effect where I can't move. If I resist it only gets work. If I loosen up it'll start up, but if I get too loose, it will come back on so it's a delicate balance. I've described some of these experiences in great detail here at the Nexus when they happened to me, but I wouldn't know where I posted them. "Science without religion is lame. Religion without science is blind" - Albert Einstein
"The Mighty One appears, the horizon shines. Atum appears on the smell of his censing, the Sunshine- god has risen in the sky, the Mansion of the pyramidion is in joy and all its inmates are assembled, a voice calls out within the shrine, shouting reverberates around the Netherworld." - Egyptian Book of the Dead
"Man fears time, but time fears the Pyramids" - 9th century Arab proverb
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The story seems it was brought on by a concussion or something which probably brought on a deeper state than dreaming. Yet the other day I had my longest dream within a dream sequence. I would wake up in my bed and look around and get up but saw something out of the ordinary and knew I was still dreaming. I awoke again with different people and a slightly different environment. This happened at least 7 or 8 times. I was getting frightened that I could not escape or wake up and get out of the dream. I would awake every time paralyzed trying to move but couldn't. "That which I avoid I will become a slave to, that which I confront I will master."
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I've had so many dream states where I thought I had woken up but didn't...x3 x4 etc. Groggily I stumble out of bed and take off my heater. I noticed that the heater was an old model that I didn't have anymore, and I wake up! I physically feel so tired, and stumbling to the washroom I look into the mirror and notice that I am staring into my bedroom mirror! Where did I just come fro- I wake up. Again. I am in limbo! I pinch myself to determine if I am really awake this time. FUck. I go to the washroom. I start to brush my teeth. I look in the mirror. Goddammit...
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Interesting, guys.
Yea this story really creeped me out. It's amazing what we are capable of experiencing! Maybe what this guy tapped into was a past life, or an alternate reality. Or maybe they are the same thing.:idea: There are many possibilities, it could just be a really deep dream-state, but the fact that he said later in the thread that he remembered the passage of time between major events suggests it may have been something far more mysterious.
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