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You do not yet possess enough pillows. That's all that can really be said. There's... maybe fifteen or so on my bed right now, I think? Plus about four or five blankets, which double as particularly amorphous pillows. I'd like more. If I want to sit up, I sit the hell up, supported by my spontaneously assembled throne of comfort.

Making sure the bed's flush against a wall helps, though. Some extra support.

Quote from: Frumple on October 10, 2012, 10:09:31 pm

Quote from: Wrex on October 10, 2012, 10:06:27 pm

..The only time I've ever hallucinated was....oh, last monthish when I was desprately afraid of my dreams, and stayed up for 72 hours at a stretch. That was....fun utterly fucking terrifying

Yeah, the visual snow thing was actually pretty terrifying for a long damn time. I couldn't sleep in the dark until my mid-teens, because there were giant multicolored amoebas floating in the room, presumably waiting to eat me. Lights back on please! With light, it's more of a multicolored buzz if you're not paying specific attention to it.

So i'm not the only one. You got any idea what causes that?

They've got no flipping idea, currently. May be genetic, may be onset, may be any dozen of things. May be several different things with similar symptoms. There's generally no major pattern (though there's several minor ones, especially among onset cases) among people with the condition. There's a general potential link with depression, but nothing definite. Me, near as I can tell it's genetic. Have had it since birth (or at least as far back as I can remember, so around early 3-ish), father reported the same thing and that his father had it, so... yeah.

Most I've picked up that's definite is that it's almost certainly neurological and not anything to do with the structure of the eye. So it's your brain gone funky, not your peepers.

I had to deal with stuff like that. Only it wasn't amoebas, it was bubbles and geometric shapes and it was awesome.

Yeah, it's those too, it just took me a while to stop being terrified and notice 'em

Well, the joke, such as it is, is that forcing lesbians to have sex with other women probably wouldn't "cure" them of homosexuality. I mean... maybe? I don't know. But I don't think that'd be how you go about it. Not that there's actually any way whatsoever to "go about it". S'just... yeah, I'unno.

That, yes. Also wouldn't that be completely ineffective on like, half the homosexual population? The rape bit besides, that seems a little short sighted.

That, uh. That's worrisome. That's been basically my default state since as far back as I can remember.

Vis... visual snow looks like an acid trip? I'm suddenly, uh. Something. Somewhat surprised, maybe? I guess acid is more intense or something.

Ring ring ring ring ring banana phone?

Not very surprising. Probably has something to do with being in a field where pretty much everything you do is going to be horrifically flawed the first few dozen times you try to do it. Every single thing you do will fail, and fail repeatedly. This is what bug testing is all about.

I can only imagine that breeds an amusing aura of gallows humor. I see the same thing in philosophy students and professors, honestly. Something about constantly being proven wrong, over, and over, and over again just... does that to you. Usually.