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I know at least two times when I was definitely hallucinating in my adult life, which makes me uncertain how many other times I was hallucinating that I don't know about.
Sure your memory of events wasn't scrambled? That's common with our brains. Seeing Yoda sitting on the TV is a different deal.
When I did meth 20-years ago, I had a banger after 3-days. Sat on the phone with my mom, soberly discussing what was happening at my apartment, no idea it wasn't real. People were walking in and out, chatting with me.
We talking that kinda hallucination? A whole story that played out? Or you just see something for a flash, something that couldn't be real?
The first one was a "what I'm seeing can't be real, trucks don't grow lips" and then having to look back on a weird few days and wonder how much of it happened as it appeared.
The more recent one could be a scrambled memory thing, I suppose. It was very "Mandela Effect", the world was one way for a long time and then suddenly it wasnt. I rode past this mural every day on my commute, some basketballer shilling cognac, and the ad read "Never let them see your next move". Then, one day and forever after, it read "Make moves that make movements." There was one specific day I noticed it was different than I remembered, very unsettling.
In effect, if one was a true hallucination (stress, fatigue, now-discontinued energy drink) and the other was an overwritten memory, the result is the same: I can't trust my own brain and the inputs it gives me.
Were you really sleep deprived, by chance? Because it's actually not overly unusual in that case. Sleep deprivation wreak havoc on the body and brain.
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