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smokingboot) wrote2004-03-21 11:01 am
smokingboot) wrote2004-03-21 11:01 am
Hallucination
So I had better write it down before I forget it. It has been years since I saw one of these. I suppose it could be explained away as the hemispheres of my brain doing some timeshare thing with the empty spaces between my ears; there are a dozen things it could be. The important thing is that it woke me up and stayed while I was awake. I was conscious, able to check the clock, check myself, look back at it and analyse.
Time: 8.50 am
Place: Other side of bed, over the heater and above the photograph of me that Larians insists on keeping there.
Description:Purple haze coalescing as a figure with a pale face looking - well, peeking really - out at me.
Duration: Very short. It vanished quickly but not before I checked the time and knew myself to be awake.
Symptoms: Rapidly beating heart, which I always get when this kind of thing happens.
Instant emotional reaction: Fear, because I was looking at a stranger in the corner of the room! Gratitude and a sense of protection from the little goddess gift I sometimes wear during/after celebrating esbats etc.
Knee jerk irrational response: This is to do with me because he (?) is hovering over the photo. No particular feeling of animosity from the figure. Purple is good.
Environment: Unchanged. Not cold, spooky or challenging in any way. I have been in the presence of the phenomena people label as 'ghosts' and it wasn't anything like that.
Toxins/stimulants/externals : caffeine throughout the day, food eaten around 7, shot of whiskey around 9. Worry about friend and bro possibly an emotional indicator.I would expect this together with the exhaustion / insomnia combination to be the most influential external factor.
Other less bizarre stuff:
Spring has formally announced its presence by depositing half a ton of hailstones on the roof of our house.
I never knew the meaning of compulsion until we got these gerbils. They just never stop. They dug out one entrance which looked like a makeshift little dinky house because the structure of twigs at the front resembled gables. It was so cute I hoped they would keep it, but no, they've sunk the whole thing into some kind of cannonball run, including a tunnel which runs up against the side and almost along the length of the tank. This is fascinating for me, but as an escape into subterranean privacy it's a no-brainer. The whole thing is pure Mogovision.
*Sigh* And now to work.
Time: 8.50 am
Place: Other side of bed, over the heater and above the photograph of me that Larians insists on keeping there.
Description:Purple haze coalescing as a figure with a pale face looking - well, peeking really - out at me.
Duration: Very short. It vanished quickly but not before I checked the time and knew myself to be awake.
Symptoms: Rapidly beating heart, which I always get when this kind of thing happens.
Instant emotional reaction: Fear, because I was looking at a stranger in the corner of the room! Gratitude and a sense of protection from the little goddess gift I sometimes wear during/after celebrating esbats etc.
Knee jerk irrational response: This is to do with me because he (?) is hovering over the photo. No particular feeling of animosity from the figure. Purple is good.
Environment: Unchanged. Not cold, spooky or challenging in any way. I have been in the presence of the phenomena people label as 'ghosts' and it wasn't anything like that.
Toxins/stimulants/externals : caffeine throughout the day, food eaten around 7, shot of whiskey around 9. Worry about friend and bro possibly an emotional indicator.I would expect this together with the exhaustion / insomnia combination to be the most influential external factor.
Other less bizarre stuff:
Spring has formally announced its presence by depositing half a ton of hailstones on the roof of our house.
I never knew the meaning of compulsion until we got these gerbils. They just never stop. They dug out one entrance which looked like a makeshift little dinky house because the structure of twigs at the front resembled gables. It was so cute I hoped they would keep it, but no, they've sunk the whole thing into some kind of cannonball run, including a tunnel which runs up against the side and almost along the length of the tank. This is fascinating for me, but as an escape into subterranean privacy it's a no-brainer. The whole thing is pure Mogovision.
*Sigh* And now to work.