Last night, I had another instance of sleep paralysis. Anyone who has had them can probably understand how horrifying they can be for a thinking person. At least during the first instances. There are ways to control them and stay conscious and in control.
I haven’t been able to yet. They’ve evolved into what I can only refer to ask multiple levels of inception (fuck that movie).
What’s worse is I’m a philosopher so my mind immediately goes to discussions on dreams. Such as, naturally, Descartes’ mediations, Hobbes’, and countless others. This has also been a favorite discussion with Matrix-esque believers and, it seems, many psychedelic drug users.
The mind is an amazing thing. It constantly regulates trillions of bodily functions without any conscious action from ourselves. It morphs, learns, evolves, and is in constant work commanding the body in various functions.
Time can suspend itself to terrifying lengths, all by the mind’s eye (a watched pot never boils), it can reduce a person to a quivering mass of anxiety, or simple drive one to hallucinations in their waking hours or, just plain “insane” ( I hate that word) and unable to function in society.
What are your experiences with dreams? Thoughts? Reflections?