Something that doesn’t look like it’s there.
Like a ghost of an image, rather than the image itself.
There’s a girl in the corner, except there isn’t. It’s all just in my mind’s eye
And yet she’s there, when I look,
And won’t go away, no matter how hard I try.
She looks like she’s in my imagination,
Except she sits in a real place in the real world
And I can’t control her.
Hallucinations stem from the imagination. I’ve noticed that everything I hallucinate I have been exposed to at least once in my life. That is a solid indication that it is unreal.
Introduce my self am new in this forum but i can explain what is your problem mr schizh…first u see in your dream or you see in week up ? Because this can be deferent explain…sory if my english language not good
I’ve seen many things, took pictures of things people said weren’t real, but they end up saying the pictures weren’t real anyway, what a waste of imagination.
You want to see some hallucinations that are real, come spend a night in my house to see what is and isn’t real.
For the longest time, people told me that what I have experienced is just overactive imagination.
But to me, it’s out of my control, isn’t imagination guided by some of your own control anyways?
I guess hallucinating is like an overpowered type of imagination.
@nurdjogo34 as I don’t know you I personally would prefer to only talk to you on the forum (for now, at least) if possible. I hope you understand.
I would still appreciate your input if you’re comfortable with that, though
Now this is a little fuzzy to me, because sometimes I can tell something isn’t real, but it still scares me and I can’t control it, and I consider that a hallucination.
It’s both
I took a picture of my daughter when she was 3 years old.
She was sitting on the sidewalk, crying.
I did not know why.
Recently (she is 38 year’s old now)
I was standing in the middle of my street
3 o’clock in the morning.
I looked down the street and saw a young girl
Just standing there, she looked real.
I walked toward my house and then went back to the street
There was a car coming I panicked and she disappeared
My mom showed me later, she was trying to tell me she did not do any thing wrong
Hmm that is true. Like the beings from my psychosis were always distinct from my imaginary friends as a child. My imaginary friends I actively created them, I made up the things they said. The beings from my psychosis were out of my control.
I almost feel like if normal imagination comes from your conscious self, psychosis is the imagination of your subconscious self, so you as the conscious self don’t have as much control over it, if any at all, the same way most people don’t have active control over their dreams.