Dreams are basically simulations of our lives that we run, sometimes with different physical constants, resulting in different worldly behaviours. Fever dreams (not necessarily during a fever) are when we are sweeping over a range of constants, so behaviour keeps on changing.
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According to some prominent theories, the world of our waking experience is itself a mental simulation of sorts.
There’s a related theory that dreams basically prevent this mental simulation from overfitting our experience, so our brains are always primed to accept the unpredictable.
I mean, the real world does actually exist. But we only experience a simulation of it, created by our brain based on data from our senses. So yes, we live in a simulation, but it does correspond to reality behind it.
we perceive a VERY small percentage of the “real” world
That could explain my dream about setting up a projector in a room with a poisonous atmosphere, where everyone except me has a space suit…
Which vault was that again?
It was a dream about my actual last job.
Or, am I really the butterfly and this is the simulation?
Someone else said it better, but I wanted to link in my man Zhuangzi.
i dont really have anything to add or ask, but appreciate what seems like unicode character in your username.
Maybe the dreams are true reality and what you perceive as being awake is simply a faded memory of what you believe happened. After all, your memories are mostly made up anyway.
i would believe this, if the physics in our dreams stays consistent, which it does not
Dreams are basically simulations of our lives that we run
I rarely ever feature in my own dreams. Nor do people I know. My brain invents completely fictitious stories and characters, like watching a movie or a stage play.
no dreams are the “real” world where anything can be “created” and made to “happen” . I had a dream recently where for the first time I knew I was in a dream. I just flipped and said no way this is my dream and I thought “I’m going to fly” and I just lifted off like Superman and flew around for a bit then all of a sudden I flashed to my bedroom I was still flying above my body and suddenly like a dark “rope” or arm or something like that wrapped around my waist and yanked me backwards towards my bathroom. I was pulling on the door frame and trying to to get away then I woke up.
you seem slightly sad, wanna discuss?
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sorry, but your comment felt slightly depressing, just wanted to ask you if you are well
not sure how that came off as depressing and not creepy. all good bro
happy you are all good. Some people who are not well find there lives to be lacking, and long for some imaginary things. And sometimes just asking directly helps