/psy/ - psychology and psychonautics

I feel like people are reading my thoughts and are purposefully tormenting me. Is this called being a targeted individual? I don't have people come to try and kill me, but i really feel like my patience is being tested. Am I ill? Is there a hive mind that anyone can tune into like a radio?

Exactly what the title says. Feel free to elaborate on what they might signify as well. I view weird beliefs/delusions similarly to dreams. They are affected by current stress levels, past experiences, and various other things, so we can see into our subconscious and deeper selves by examining what we believe in. Some of these analyses may be a bit reaching, but as long as I can gain some insight into who I am, what does it matter? I'll start.

> In middle school, I believed that all my friends hated me and wanted me dead, and the only way to win them back was to befriend one of the popular girls in my friend group. (aka cliche teenage drama)
I had only one true friend in elementary school, and we did not go to the same school. Middle school was the time when I had finally obtained some friends. Perhaps I still felt walled off from others but never noticed until the anxiety surrounding my social life forced me to act out.

> I don't exist
> I am a figment of someone else's imagination
> The world is a simulation
> other forms of solipsism/reverse-solipsism
Not sure where this came from, but maybe the belief that everyone hated me actually lead to me thinking I was actually gone. Or perhaps the feeling of isolation from the above belief had me alienated from everyone else.

> Some mirrors are "safe mirrors," and some are "unsafe mirrors." For example, the mirror in my room is "safe" and I can look into it safely. However, the mirrors in public bathrooms are "unsafe"; if I look into one, there is a chance something will come out of my reflection's eyes and kill me.
Could be an extension of the nonexistence belief. If my mind tells me that I do not exist, then simply the act of doubting my existence proves that I exist. I have to make these paradoxical realities "fit," and so my subconscious concludes that, while I exist at the moment, I should not exist. Somewhere along the line, my subconscious decides that my existence is self-destructive. (This is because I do not believe that everyone else is out to get me. Exactly why I went down that route, I don't know.) Mirrors represent some kind of identity or self-awareness, so my reflection is out to kill me. Exactly where the "safe" Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

each post shares a dream (or two :) )

2017 April

I wound up in a ship under heavy rains and in stormy seas. An impossibly strong humanoid monster had killed several members of the crew and injured a few that we managed to bring to the safety of the ship's bridge (modeled like Hapsburg throne room without a throne). I was treating two crew members that the monster injured for a concussion. The monster managed to fuse them at the shoulders, creating an extra-wide twinned-human. The newly formed twinned-human was lost in an ecstasy of mutual love between heads. We then called the monster to slay it. It went immediately for the newly twinned-human, and so I charged it. Right before I made contact with the monster, several compressed file designations (.zip, .7z, .tar.xz, .rar, etc) appeared around it, layered over a bunch of hex. The dream ended abruptly.

2017 May

I woke up in sitting on a porch high above an Italian-esque plaza. I looked down at a single figure, slowly jogging up the center of the plaza. The figure started to flap its arms, slowly at first, then faster and faster until it came off the ground. It then stopped flapping and adopted a stance reminiscent of a yoga locust pose (like super man but with the arms placed behind the back and fists placed at the base of the spine). I got so excited I went inside in hope that I could tell someone what I'd seen. One of my old friends told me, "I didn't bring you here just to freak out and disturb the party." I then woke up in a bed in the middle of water, felt the fear of drowning, and then woke up again.

A while ago I found this research paper here titled "How to operate your brain", but I can't find it anymore. Does anyone still have it?

Why is people rude?

I see tulpamancy mentioned semi-regularly so I have to ask, Is Alice a tulpamancer? If so what's you're story? If not, I am, I started three years ago and have two tulpas and regularly let them possess my body, AMA.

Hey lain,

Does anyone have any info on microdosing with magic truffles? I'm especially looking for dosing and frequency info for fresh magic truffles.

Hi. I just wanted to spark a discussion. If anyone has the psychological field as background, would you mind answering me in something. Could we map the altered states of consciousness in clusters and interconnected functions that are supported by physiological evidence through brain scans etc. A similar way of how we analyse normative states of consciousness through bio-cognitive theories. In the picture i have attached, i was talking to a friend about it and I kinda explained to them my thought bubble. What i want you to do is to offer your opinion and to mention to me if you had experiences of Possession, and how important it is for you to have agency (to be in charge of your own actions). That is all.

Have we finally found it Lainons?? Is this what has been hurting us?

https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.sciencealert.com/mind-altering-cat-parasite-linked-to-schizophrenia-in-largest-study-yet/amp

hello arisu,
usually, it takes me a couple hours to fall asleep because i have an issue where i count from one to sixty repeatedly and compulsively. last night, when i went to bed, i laid down my head and forgot where i was. My body was overcome with this sense of dread and the more i tried to remember was the more information about my setting i lost. i forgot who i was, where i was, why i was there, and who my roommates were. i had to get up and look around the room a couple times to calm down. when i went back to bed, it happened again. maybe i was on the verge of a dream, but i envisioned a sidewalk in a crowd of people; i was there, lost in a sea of people. when i reopened my eyes i still thought i was at the sidewalk, but for some reason everything looked like my bedroom. My heart started racing and it felt as if i would die if i couldn't remember where i was. i heard my roommate's voice and that reminded me of what was real. i then slept soundly.