I’ve never had any really weird ones except one. Everything I was seeing was real, I wasn’t seeing, feeling, or hearing anything that wasn’t real but I was starting to believing everything wasn’t real. I remember everything that happened (I parked my but in my room and just laid down on my bed till it went away) and I wasn’t hallucinating, but I believed I was. I thought I was hallucinating and I was really in a large room with a bunch of strangers around me who were watching me.
The other one that was big with me was believing my dog was the reincarnation of a child that had been abused in it’s past life but I think that’s a more common delusion.
I had extremely bizarre religious delusions. Too many.
I thought I was Jesus . I thought I could speak any language to convince the people who thought I was totally nuts. It was just gibberish. It felt like I was completely gone when I became jesus. I would tell people when I was jesus that “this body is just a vessel it’s just a wine sack for me to use” .
Before that I thought demons were inside me and that my stomach was going to pop and I would shake uncontrollably on the ground for several hours.
I thought there was severe oppression of evil spirits in my youngest bros room at 3 am. I ran in there and dragged him out and then threw his dresser out and his bed and I felt like I was being choked with an ice cold presence when I went in there. Then I was yelling at everyone telling them they would die if they went in there.
Just bringing that up gives me an eerie feeling. Glad that’s over with.
Yeah, my delusions were manly religious too. I think the weirdest was believing people were trying to make me commit suicide. Or believing this is all a computer simulation.
I’ve thought this too. I took off for Texas, but I came back the next day. I bought a gun - a .22 auto handgun. I wasn’t going to walk into a crowd and open up, but if someone had walked up behind me on a dark night I might have turned around and shot them. My reasoning was that when they saw I wasn’t going to commit suicide they would send someone after me.
I think it was when I thougt HIV was spread trough the tv.
Or when I feared that the devil put thougts in my head, that jesus listened in on, and that he thought that was my own thougts, hence I would go to hell. And cause foul things to happen to people I loved.
This one is mine as well. It feels like an organization is manipulating my environment to make me so unhappy that I will want to end my life. Mainly because I never understood why a person would want to willingly take their own life, so that is why they are trying to make me want to do it myself. I am so unhappy some days I have considered it, some days just don’t know if I can go on. I am trying really hard to be upbeat and positive so my life can find balance and these thoughts and feelings will go away.
My weirdest delusion was thinking that the voices were operating on my brain and I had to be very still while they were doing it. This was back in the day though. I’m doing much better now.
Mine was that if I didn’t reach a state of eternal enlightenment before I died and wasn’t chosen to transcend to a fourth dimension, my body would corrupt the Earth and universe and lead it to it’s apocalypse.
I had something like the stomach thing going on too. I thought my stomach was swelling up with the universe and it was just going to expand and expand and expand.
They freak me out too when I’m in a right frame of mind. What gets me is the finality of guns. You just have to move your finger a quarter of an inch, and you’ve done something you can’t take back.
that the government, CIA, FBI are plotting against me. they are talking to people in my life and to strangers i don’t even know gathering information to use against me and that they will tell me terrible things through the postal service mailmen.
the other is that all the people around me are actors and they are not who they say that they are. they have been planted there by the government to try and trick me so that i will be punished.
I believed that the devil was after me, it involved lots of gore and shameful crimes of violence done by the devil in my mind. Thank God it’s not true. none of it.
That I was responsible for a nuclear holocaust, that I was the anti-Christ, that I had aids/hiv, that people or the matrix or cia could read my thoughts, that the hospital was trying to kill me, that I’m a genius, that I live in a computer simulation, that I’m in a parallel universe, that my step-dad hired a hitman, that he was in cia, that my dad was in the mafia, that people were hallucinations, that I have quantum immortality, that I’m a brain in a vat, that I have memories of past lives, that I’m not schizophrenic or insane, that time and space is an illusion, that I had insight into the universe, that nothing exists, and two other things I will not mention. That’s all my delusions for the past 4 years.
Holy cow, I didn’t think of it as a delusion until you said that, but I totally thought God was trying to make me kill myself by making horrible things happen in my life. I got a sick satisfaction out of shoving it in his face by smiling at least once a day.
My other weirdest delusion was that my mom had hidden letters I wrote to my future self in the walls of the house, and I tried to dig them out. That…didn’t go well.
I think every body is connected and that, for example, if I am late to meet a friend, the women at the bus station laughs at me because I am late. And also I believe that someone I speak can get into me making my lips move as they talk.On the other hand I cannot stop thinking that we humans are all in the same boat so in a way it is normal that we get connected with the rest of people around us. It is conforting to see it this way. I have to find a balance between super connection theory (that people laugh at me because I am late) of mine and my belief which says that we are all in the same boat. Couple of years ago my piano teacher who is an old Hungarian Jew living in the UK remarked that “I was ■■■■■■” during a session. I thought what he meant was that he could see himself on me, that I became a mirror for him so I believe that my outlook can change to reflect, say, the face of the person whom I am interacting. Above all it is saddening that sometimes I do not trust my senses. I am living the life of a confused person.
