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I had a crippling migraine. I thought I was going to die. I crawled to the bathroom and ran the tub, tears streaming down my face. I felt so weak, every movement made my head feel like it was going to explode.
I got my partner to grab me some water and Advil as I lay in the bath. I stayed there all night: head pounding, wishing I was dead, dreaming of drilling a hole in my skull with a power drill just to relieve the pressure behind my eyes.
Eventually, it passed, but it lingered for the rest of the week, consistent, though much less intense.
The following day, I got a call from my mother. She was worried about me. It turns out she’d had a dream that I had died in a bathtub, and she wanted to check in.
Later that day, I saw an article on quantum immortality, and remembered a part from the game Alan Wake, where a TV segment you can come across discusses the theory.
Essentially, at certain moments there is a quantum break, which creates alternate realities, where you, or you conciousness shifts to a universe where you are still alive, but also creating alternate versions where you die.
so basically,you never experience your own death
Sometimes I wonder if I did die in that bathtub. The world I woke up in only seems to be getting stranger and stranger each day.
Or perhaps not. Who knows? There are many mysteries in life. And to many, that’s what gives it meaning.
Who am I to question the incredible strangeness of existence? And who would I be if I pretended to know its secrets? ...Evidently, nobody of consequence.
I remember explaining having the same phenomenon of a feeling that that was what happens to peoples conscience, everyone has their own dedicated server for their own life to continue, essentially.
I love hearing other people's brains sharing the same concept as me, wild when a planet of 7+ billion can do that.
Horrible and weird experience aside, to anyone else reading this: That could have been a brain bleed or aneurism. Not that I'm a doc, but if you ever have pain that severe immediately go to a hospital.
I think I experienced the same, but have never tried figuring out if there was a definition of it.
At an after party where we already took a bunch of shit, designer drugs, we decided to hit huge lines of K. I K-holed and woke up next day, feeling like everything was just the slightest bit off.
Family, friends, all without reason, checked in that week. Haven't touched the stuff since.