• rtxn@lemmy.world
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    1 year ago

    Not really a creepy mystery, it’s more a cosmic existential horror with no answer.

    I’m the only consciousness in existence and reality is a hallucination. Every other person is just an imaginary meat puppet. They only exist because I will them into existence. They do not experience the world and have no free will. When I die, the dream is over and reality will cease to exist. Best of all, you can’t disprove this hypothesis - like Last Thursdayism, all evidence against it is just part of my imaginary universe.

    It did wonders to my thanatophobia.

    • Hotwarioinyourarea Ⓥ@slrpnk.netOP
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      1 year ago

      When I took mescaline I knew in my heart that I was a sentient sea plant on a distant lifeless planet and my entire existence was a dream. I fully believed it for days afterwards. It was so persistent and intense.

    • TrontheTechie@infosec.pub
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      1 year ago

      The only thing that keeps me from falling into solipsism is the fact I know I’m much more creative than this.

      I doubt that My brain is so bored it has to create its own universe but it so bad at it that it makes everything boring and stupid out of sheer incompetence.