Not really a creepy mystery, it’s more a cosmic existential horror with no answer.
I’m the only consciousness in existence and reality is a hallucination. Every other person is just an imaginary meat puppet. They only exist because I will them into existence. They do not experience the world and have no free will. When I die, the dream is over and reality will cease to exist. Best of all, you can’t disprove this hypothesis - like Last Thursdayism, all evidence against it is just part of my imaginary universe.
When I took mescaline I knew in my heart that I was a sentient sea plant on a distant lifeless planet and my entire existence was a dream. I fully believed it for days afterwards. It was so persistent and intense.
Not really a creepy mystery, it’s more a cosmic existential horror with no answer.
I’m the only consciousness in existence and reality is a hallucination. Every other person is just an imaginary meat puppet. They only exist because I will them into existence. They do not experience the world and have no free will. When I die, the dream is over and reality will cease to exist. Best of all, you can’t disprove this hypothesis - like Last Thursdayism, all evidence against it is just part of my imaginary universe.
It did wonders to my thanatophobia.
When I took mescaline I knew in my heart that I was a sentient sea plant on a distant lifeless planet and my entire existence was a dream. I fully believed it for days afterwards. It was so persistent and intense.
It’s called solipsism for short