Something very strange happened yesterday. I’m going to document it here so that when I’m found wandering the physical world in some kind of psychotic state you can point to this as the beginning of my mental decline.
I was mowing the lawn, a task which requires a minimal amount of actual “thinking” apart from trying not to injure myself with whirling blades and the occasional flying debris. My mind wandered and a stray memory floated across what was, essentially, a blank canvas.
There was something odd about this “memory” and I poked at it. The problem with what I was “remembering” is that it was just not possible in real life. It also wasn’t something from the metaverse.
The first “memory” led to another and that brought up even more – images and thoughts/feelings associated with them. The longer I pursued them the more I became convinced they were from dreams – it seemed the only possible explanation.
The memories started tumbling through at an increasing speed and they were incredibly (to me) complex and detailed and logical (if bizarre). As I pursued new ones, though, the older ones vanished. I couldn’t pull enough together at once to get context.
The sense I did get is that what I was recalling took a lot of time to construct. The bits and pieces I did manage to “see” were part of a very large “whole”.
What I should have done is find a pen & paper and write the “memories” down. I didn’t and they’re gone. I probably spent 30 minutes poking and following tantalizing glimpses into a world I must only know when I’m asleep.
I don’t know why this happened – the synapses must have a loose connection somewhere. I will say that I’d like to explore that “world” in a more conscious state. If it happens again I’ll try and document those “memories”, in the meantime I think I’ll need more naps and should probably stay away from heavy machinery.
* – Not Possible in Real Life