Ganj
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Wasnt really sure where to put this but I thought It may interest someone. Twice in my childhood did I 'hallucinate' on a high temperature or what ever it was, the later being the more mild one so ill go into that first. Note I was probably around 6-8 on both occasions.
I was at a cottage on a small family holiday, all I remember is having the sensation of falling in the middle of the night. By the end of It I was sitting horribly ill on a stone cold floor clawing at the air shouting 'Im falling Im falling!'
The second one I remember a lot more vividly and was a lot more odd. Id been feeling ill for days and I was watching a movie with my family but was too ill to finish it so I went to bed in my parents room. Over the course of an hour I completely unaware I even had a fever entered a very odd head space. Essentially me, and my body failed to exist. The only thing that ever existed was these white lines. For the duration of the experience the only things that existed where these white lines on pitch black. There were 3 stages to the experience.
Firstly there were lots of lines, say 300-400 which was something I could easily deal with. I had a task to do something with these lines. I think by simply acknowledging a lines existence, and only that line would make it disappear. And my job was to make all the lines go away as they came. So with moderate ease I got rid of the lines as they came, keeping the number of lines low, below a comprehend-able number of say 500. But as time moved on, my ability to get rid of the lines started to increase, but so did how quickly they came. As this progressed, my ability to get rid of the lines was falling behind the amount of lines created which was really discomforting and a little scary. This snowballed into the 2nd stage...
The number of lines started to increase and increase into the thousands which started to make me panicky, the amount of lines just kept on increasing and increasing and increasing until I couldn't even comprehend how many lines were there, and even after they they just kept multiplying. Note that I didnt really question what was happening. Oddly I accepted with a lot of ease that the only thing that exists is these lines.
This came to the 'peak' of the experience where there was this infinitely large number, bigger than anyone could possibly imagine and it just kept doubling and doubling. It would take me an eternity to get rid of all these lines and it was the most discomforting and confusing head space I have ever been in.
Then, it started to slowly, very slowly come down. My best memory of the experience was when I realised that I was starting to work through these lines at a remarkable pace. The CEV's had turned from pure chaos to what ever 'I' was, moving on a linear, 2D road at a relatively fast speed, going somewhere which would feel like the end of this. Eventually I came back to sanity.
I have memories of brief contact with reality throughout the experience, mainly bed sheets and my Mother who was present through the ordeal, but these points of contact felt isolated and alien and in fact the infinite amount of lines seemed to be reality. A total of 3 things existed. Pure blackness as a background, these white lines and me. I wasn't an actual physical object during this, but simply a camera view observing.
Very odd. Anyone ever experienced anything like this?
I was at a cottage on a small family holiday, all I remember is having the sensation of falling in the middle of the night. By the end of It I was sitting horribly ill on a stone cold floor clawing at the air shouting 'Im falling Im falling!'
The second one I remember a lot more vividly and was a lot more odd. Id been feeling ill for days and I was watching a movie with my family but was too ill to finish it so I went to bed in my parents room. Over the course of an hour I completely unaware I even had a fever entered a very odd head space. Essentially me, and my body failed to exist. The only thing that ever existed was these white lines. For the duration of the experience the only things that existed where these white lines on pitch black. There were 3 stages to the experience.
Firstly there were lots of lines, say 300-400 which was something I could easily deal with. I had a task to do something with these lines. I think by simply acknowledging a lines existence, and only that line would make it disappear. And my job was to make all the lines go away as they came. So with moderate ease I got rid of the lines as they came, keeping the number of lines low, below a comprehend-able number of say 500. But as time moved on, my ability to get rid of the lines started to increase, but so did how quickly they came. As this progressed, my ability to get rid of the lines was falling behind the amount of lines created which was really discomforting and a little scary. This snowballed into the 2nd stage...
The number of lines started to increase and increase into the thousands which started to make me panicky, the amount of lines just kept on increasing and increasing and increasing until I couldn't even comprehend how many lines were there, and even after they they just kept multiplying. Note that I didnt really question what was happening. Oddly I accepted with a lot of ease that the only thing that exists is these lines.
This came to the 'peak' of the experience where there was this infinitely large number, bigger than anyone could possibly imagine and it just kept doubling and doubling. It would take me an eternity to get rid of all these lines and it was the most discomforting and confusing head space I have ever been in.
Then, it started to slowly, very slowly come down. My best memory of the experience was when I realised that I was starting to work through these lines at a remarkable pace. The CEV's had turned from pure chaos to what ever 'I' was, moving on a linear, 2D road at a relatively fast speed, going somewhere which would feel like the end of this. Eventually I came back to sanity.
I have memories of brief contact with reality throughout the experience, mainly bed sheets and my Mother who was present through the ordeal, but these points of contact felt isolated and alien and in fact the infinite amount of lines seemed to be reality. A total of 3 things existed. Pure blackness as a background, these white lines and me. I wasn't an actual physical object during this, but simply a camera view observing.
Very odd. Anyone ever experienced anything like this?