Fuck that, I’d ask if you have more.
I’d probably just go over historical events in depth since then and argue that dreams are typically not this detailed, even if they do feel detailed. Barring that, I’d say that even if this is your hallucination, it’s better to try to act normal and not do anything rude/dangerous in case it isn’t.
I don’t have any experience with acid trips, but I have a small bit of experience lucid dreaming. Not much. For me the clue was that mirrors don’t work. My dreams are in third person (but so is my imagination). But when I look in a mirror in a dream it’s never shown me my face. It always shows me the back of my head. Imagine you’re standing in front of a screen and have a camera behind you. The camera is streaming to the screen. That’s what mirrors look like in my dream (without the trippy infinite images, it isn’t recursive lol).
More specifically I’d say is go over events and be consistent in recalling then repeatedly. Dreams at least are too shuffled for that unless you’re like, super lucid, and even then it seems to only maintain for so long.
“You shouldn’t have said that. Now, everyone’s laughing at you behind your back. And there’s a spider in your hair.”
Calm down there Satan.
nobody could make this up alone, so we’re all in this illusion together, i guess
This actually is still a hallucination, but also not. The acid made you realize that there is fundamentally no difference between reality and unreality, and that existence and nonexistence are the same thing. There is no “substance” to the universe, and the acid made you realize this.
You must have better acid than me, it mostly just makes me see patterns and have strange thoughts and definitely doesn’t last 20yr.
Dude. That table lamp. Something’s fucky about it, don’t you think? I can’t quite put my finger on it.
The rabbits are judging you.
I have pet rabbits and they absolutely were judging me while I was on shrooms
But rabbits are always judgemental little bastards so they can suck itttt.
What a handsome little fella <3
It’s July 23, 2005. You haven’t taken any acid yet.
I probably wouldn’t try to convince you that it’s not a hallucination, but rather ask “so what if it is?”.
For example, I’m fairly sure that I’m not currently tripping, but I am also certain that my brain is the ultimate unreliable narrator. How do I know if any of this is real, or ever has been real? What does “real” even mean? Honestly, I don’t know, but ultimately it doesn’t change anything about how I choose to act in life
There is no way someone could hallucinate such a boring dystopia.
You dont know the banality of my id
You used a word that has “anal” in it.
Point: me
Reality is the hallucination we choose to believe is real. We get reinforcement from those around us that the hallucination is the “real” one, not knowing that their hallucination and ours are completely different.
And of course being wilfully oblivious that right behind our hallucinations where we can’t see is the empty void
Actually, I’d rather YOU convince me it isn’t.
