Mental Health Is this possible? [Visual Hallucination]

Zalo

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Hey BlueLight,

A couple weeks ago I had brought a sweater with me to a friend's home. I can recall holding it on the train, carrying it to my other friend's vehicle, looking at the sweater in the back seat and grabbing it before I leave the vehicle, throwing it over my shoulder as I help carry groceries, then throwing it over a chair when I got inside my friend's home. After about a few hours I realized that my sweater has gone missing, which I assumed was just my friend's mother grabbing and throwing it in the laundry. I had thought I lost the sweater. Fast forward a week, I'm cleaning my room and I vacuum every corner of my room. Now fast forward to today, I find the missing sweater in the corner of my closet where I vacuumed.

I am now questioning my mental integrity, and being someone who has anxiety issues this is rather difficult to bare. The only thing I could think of is that I imagined taking my sweater to my friend's house, which would imply that I hallucinated the existence of the sweater, or that magic is real. I'm leaning more toward the former.

Is something like this even possible? Did I experience a visual hallucination? If not, then what could this have been? A massive memory error? Am I becoming delusional?

I'm terribly confused.
 
I was going to start a thread about something similar or the same thing just a different story. I have no idea what it is, to me it's like a hallucinatory scene which makes me wonder if I was still moving around and doing whatever task I was doing or just imagined it all and ended up just standing there. I also wonder how I looked, probably like a nut case haha.

But I would like a definite answer to this hallucination or whatever it is. Never asked my doc what it was so I'm guessing its just a visual hallucination like seeing and talking to a person that's not there.

I've had this happen a few times but the most dominant one was when I was in a hypomanic episode slashing tires on my block. And I came to what I decided was my last stop before going home. Well there were four black older Cadillacs like from 1980s or somtin and I stashed one of the tires and looked at the rest of the cars and though it was odd to have 4 of the same car plus I thing the drive way was shared by two houses so two different people with the same car just weird.

Well this was at around 2 am and the next day at 630-7am I got up of course a big commotion on the block like 8 cars slashed and blood on the ground because I accidentally cut my hand nd got stitches. People getting there cars towed or whatever and I had to fess up about it because there was a blood trail leading to my house. Well I went to the houses confessed and had to pay for the tires (still paying those damn things off expensive as fuck) but I went to that last house I hit and come to find they didn't have all the same car but there was one Cadillac which was the one I slashed. Well that was one problem seeing different cars then that we're there (and I'm talking a normal sedan to a SUV) but the other problem was the car didn't have a flat tire anywhere! In fact non of the four cars there did. So I imagined the whole scene or hallucinated the whole scene. To me it's like your imagination bleeds into reality. But it was so real I just don't know.
 
Hey Zalo, unfortunately it is hard for us to determine what actually happened to your sweater based on the information that you have given us..
Perhaps you were tired/fatigued that day and your brain simply was not 'switched on' properly..
Are you experiencing any forms of mental struggle / concern??
Do you regularly use drugs / were you on drugs when you initially lost the sweater??
If you find that problems like this start happening more frequently, then i would suggest asking your local doctor for a referral to a psychiatrist/psychologist.
 
This girl was at my house, I loved her dearly, we spent the night watching a movie and I tickle her back and we pass out, but she wakes up and realizes it's wayyy past her curfew, and I'm like, "just stay, it's nearly morning", but she goes, but comes back to wake me up first thing in the morning because she forgot her purse and scarf. I walk her to her car again, she's wearing the scarf and all, say goodbye, then go inside, and when I lay down, there's the fucking scarf. I doubled it. Because, I guess I needed a memory of her. Because she disappeared without a word that day. And I was in love. And it is definitely a duplicate. It even still smells like her...

Manifesting and disappearing shit is flabbergasting. The prior story was the first incidence other that the dryer monster eating socks, but it's happened a few times since. I'm getting more and more used to it. I take it as proof.
 
This girl was at my house, I loved her dearly, we spent the night watching a movie and I tickle her back and we pass out, but she wakes up and realizes it's wayyy past her curfew, and I'm like, "just stay, it's nearly morning", but she goes, but comes back to wake me up first thing in the morning because she forgot her purse and scarf. I walk her to her car again, she's wearing the scarf and all, say goodbye, then go inside, and when I lay down, there's the fucking scarf. I doubled it. Because, I guess I needed a memory of her. Because she disappeared without a word that day. And I was in love. And it is definitely a duplicate. It even still smells like her...

Manifesting and disappearing shit is flabbergasting. The prior story was the first incidence other that the dryer monster eating socks, but it's happened a few times since. I'm getting more and more used to it. I take it as proof.

When you say that you "doubled it", are you implying that you believe that you actually created a double of the scarf that this girl was wearing? Or are you saying that your mind played a trick on you and you just THOUGHT she wore the scarf out to her car?

If you actually believe that you somehow "duplicated" the scarf physically, with your mind, then I would recommend seeing a therapist. No offense intended whatsoever, just trying to help.
 
Nah dude, Dave, man, slips and faults happen in reality working all over. Like glitches kinda. If that scarf were an isolated incident, I may be more inclined to not believe, especially considering my isolation during the miracle. But I've also seen my friend materialize money in a group setting, another friend manifested a dvd into my collection, and hell, just maybe two weeks ago I pulled a pencil I used in my childhood out of the past.

You don't believe because you weren't witness, and apparently you've never experienced anything miraculous before, but these things happen. And I only post that story here in Mental Health, because the west has the terrible habit of discrediting and medicating and stigmatizing that which it fears or doesn't understand. But everywhere else in the world, ecstatic experience is respected andeven revered. So think of the stats; does western medicine deal with it better, or indigenous thought? Because the west is incredibly depressed, apathetic, anxious, fearfully paranoid, and debilitated, not to mention hiding.

But just to clarify, I don't think I did it with my mind. Reality did it. And also, I don't think it was a double, I know so, because I also talked to her friend afterwards for a while, and it was her favorite thing.
 
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