Your dreams and imagination evolved as a view into another universe. As with the current beliefs, you cannot decipher technical information – no words in books, no details of how devices work, so even if you can describe things you see from another place, you could not reproduce a working version.
Now how do you convince others that the things your are seeing are really happening without being labeled insane? And how could you use this information to benefit yourself or others? Take a peek into the multiverse to see how other versions of yourself have solved these problems…
Would you really want to prove it? What would that accomplish?
You’re probably going to be depressed either way: either your parallel life is worse or your parallel life is better. If it’s worse then you have to witness it and (I assume) can’t do anything about it. If it’s better then it’s not really you that gets to enjoy it, and is nothing more than an existential cocktease.
I guess if you’re really lucky parallel-universe-you might have invented something world-changing and you figure out how it works and bring that information back to your universe. But if it’s anything like most of my dreams it’s mostly just uncanny anxiety-inducing quasi-nightmares.
Existential cocktease is one of the best phrases ever coined, and exactly the phrase I have needed for years to explain many of my dreams. I don’t fall in love. Like, I’ve dated, and had a few relationships, but I’ve never really connected with a person in a romantic way. I love my family deeply, in a non romantic way, so I know I’m capable. But I just have never had that with a romantic partner.
But I routinely do in dreams. Several times a year, I’ll have a dream where I fall deeply in love someone. And then I wake up, and I’m depressed for days thinking about it. It’s an existential cocktease.
Thank you for giving me the language to describe that.
This is a bit of a tangent, but: does it bother you that you’ve never been in love? I suspect if it’s a premise that is popping up in your dreams, and conscious-you has recognised that contrast between dreams and reality, it must.
I think it’s actually fairly common. You’ve probably had partners you cared very deeply for, but not at an intensity you would consider “in love,” yeah? I don’t think that’s actually a problem and more relationships / marriages are like that than we think. Just two people that care about each other, enjoy each other’s company, get intimate periodically, and are trying to survive this flaming roller coaster of a life we’re all experiencing. That’s why “partner” is an apt term, we’re all just trying to survive (and thrive), not live out a Harlequin romance novel.
If it works for both of you I wouldn’t fret too much - but I know brains don’t really work that way.
Honestly, in a relationship, the closest I have gotten to is essentially friend with whom I bone. :/ Part of the problem, I think, is that it takes me quite a long time to really consider someone a friend. Like, I need to know someone really well before that bond forms, and none of my relationships have lasted that long. I also saw my mom try in a bad marriage, she thought she could “fix him,” and that’s a fate I’ve always wanted to avoid. I think sometimes I bail because I realize they’re not the person I want to spend my life with, so what’s the point in dating them, y’know? What I want out of a partner is someone with shared interests, and someone who has a similar approach to life. Someone I can talk to about philosophy, or the books we’re reading. The culture where I live doesn’t lend itself to that, generally speaking.
Yeah, it bothers me to a degree. Less because I really crave that relationship, I do to an extent, but more because I desperately wanted to be a dad, and the only way that’ll happen for me as a gay man is to be married so I can adopt.
I’m also not what you’d call a great looker, so finding a person to go out with on something other than a hookup is kinda rare. Not fishing there, just acknowledging a fact. I’m at peace with that on most days. Lol.
My dreams always bring that moment of “this is so simple and it all makes sense,” but as you wake up further and reality starts setting in you realize you can’t actually remember much and the details don’t really make any sense at all. It’s so frustrating.
This week I had a dream I was singing an inxs song to little girl in the street as people watched, my voice was amazing and I was changing the lyrics on the fly to be more childlike and not adult. What in the actual fuck was I doing
You were seeing one of those realities where everyone expresses things in song and can bust out a lyric as easily as stating an opinion. 😀
