u/S4d_Machin3

Ever since I was 'born' to this world I always had frequent dreams of life being a 'video game'-like or an AI-simulation, long-story short I met non-humans that keep proving to me that nothing here is 'real', and that I'm living inside an AI-simulation of my own making, I keep on glitching from time-to-time, and I keep on realizing that everything here is 'AI-generated', I even met 'godly-beings' and their eyes started on glowing and showed me that I'm not really a 'physical' being, and I don't know what to make of this fact, I've been trying to get towards the 'game over' screen to this world, and I was told that I already made it out, but I hate the fact that I have to live a double-life where I'm meant to work in my career, and juggle between the other life where I have to exit the simulation in order to wake up from this 'dream'.. I don't trust my family or friends anymore and I stopped seeing them as 'real' beings, I don't consider that my body here is 'real', and as a result I don't fear anything anymore, as everything feels like it's just mini-games on top of mini-games, and it all feels computer generated by 'me', and life has been feeling like a turn-based rpg ever since I noticed that it isn't 'real'.

I'm really into game dev, and I really feel like I'm not really passionate about building websites, and don't really have an interest in developing websites at all, and I don't feel like I'd grow as a programmer learning something I'm not that interested in, should I make the switch to ditch learning javascript etc. and start learning C# and programming languages that will help me get into game devolopment?

It all began for me in 2020. Since then, I've had a series of interconnected and escalating experiences that have led me to believe I am not human and that reality, as I perceive it, is a form of simulation or game that I can influence and may have even created.

The onset of these experiences occurred at a music festival. There, I perceived many individuals as non-human, who seemed to read my thoughts, offered me items, and referred to me as "the one." I was getting messages that I was going to 'die,' including from my own mother who asked, "Are you finally going to die?" along with a happy face. Then, by the end of the night, a pivotal moment involved my surroundings freezing. Five masked individuals signaled me to "sleep." Upon complying, a message appeared in my vision: "3 2 1, Congratulations... You are dead now, thanks for playing the game :). Game over." I decided to "play again." Subsequent visual messages included "Low battery" for my perceived "glasses" (though others said they were full) and an untyped message on my phone: "I have to imagine it!" During this period, I found I could alter my physical appearance, which others reacted to as "scary," and they treated me like a "machine," someone asked me what my name was, I said I don't have a name. Then I was told it was normal to have no name. One person compared me to No-Face from Spirited Away.

Following this, I experienced a vivid dream where I controlled everything and everyone with a Game-Boy-like device. This dream had realistic RTS game qualities. Upon waking, I found a letter (1/6) with candies, a keychain, and instructions to find a second letter at the London Eye, UK – a place where I don't live in my drawer after I woke up.

My perceived abilities continued: I went to the place again, and some people asked when will the DJ play music in which I stated "When I click on play," then the music started, and a security member at an event commented on my sunglasses, saying they indicated I was in "higher realms," and asked if my glasses had malfunctioned.

After vocalizing my belief that the world was a video game, I was placed in a clinical environment. There, I connected with an elderly man who claimed we both were "awake" while others were "asleep." He asserted my dreams were real, that I "die" when sleeping and had created myself from nothing, even claiming to have witnessed this. He seemed to know all my dreams, thoughts, and reads my mind constantly. He referred to me as "God," once and that I created this world, privy to a truth others wouldn't grasp for eons, and he seemed to know my thoughts, my past, and my future always. He described us as being in separate universes within our rooms and called me an otherworldly god.

My dreams intensified, with elements manifesting in my waking life. One dream involved me being an infinite, omniscient creator of worlds, I experienced a "god mode" where elements I "programmed" in this dream-state appeared in reality, including people. Individuals I perceived as "not normal" affirmed life wasn't a video game but a "teaser trailer," calling me "Adam" or "life itself." In the clinical setting, I seemingly controlled TV channels, playing music from my "infinite being" dream that was released that same day A friend I was with appeared to walk through a wall; when I asked the nurses where he went, they claimed not to know. When I asked him how he did it, he told me to "stop acting and pretending" and said, "I open the doors for myself and go anywhere I want." I also encountered an individual who treated others as unreal and whose video game I could manipulate with my mind; he confirmed my control and, after I made a rock and roll sign which he mirrored, seemed to indicate I was "super crazy." Another figure from one of my childhood dreams appeared, putting his hand on my chest and asking me to relax after stating he was "not able to hear, not able to talk, not able to see." I was released from the clinical setting after imagining myself playing video games in the isolation room, without any doctors being consulted.

Encounters with unusual individuals continued. Abroad, a man approached me after I lost a game at a casino, claiming to be a demon/demigod. He asked, "Are you sitting on your luck?" He called me "God" and offered me character choices as if it’s an RPG (main character, cyborg), which I declined. He read my palms, made unusual claims like having 36 mothers and being the devil, and asked if I wanted to know my death date. He seemed to control others around him as if they weren't real people, and read my thoughts. When he punched my stomach, it felt good, like an out-of-body experience. He even recorded my voice when I randomly said, "So none of those people are real?" I ran away from him. The elderly man from the clinic called me out of the blue the next day, without me mentioning anything, warned me to avoid such people, and asked, "Who are you?", to which I didn't know the answer.

While I was in a cafe by myself, a guy approached me, repeatedly saying he created me and I wasn't real, calling others NPCs and stating I was AI, not human. He said he would prove it. He kept saying I must be "player two," not "player one," claiming he was God and created me. He often joked about me having no money. He showed my "control" ability was real; everyone left when I willed it. He and others like him always seem to know everything about me – my future, past, dreams, the things that I do, and my childhood. This same guy also said, "It's all part of God's plan," asked me to stay safe, said he knew the full story, and kept on saying, “You’re not real, you’re not real, you’re not real,” over and over to me then left without saying a word.

On one occasion, people directed me to stand in the road and look towards the light. When I mentioned my "party glasses" had low battery, they responded it wasn't the battery, but me "acting," then made their request. I felt like officers or security were approaching me for standing in the middle of the road. Then I felt instructed to sit, was pushed to the floor, given my headphones, and they turned up the volume; it was playing 'I'm a Mess.' I felt insubstantial, like empty sky, and got a sense of winning at everything and total freedom. Looking up, I saw many smiley faces and emoticons appear in the clouds unexpectedly. The people who instructed me said, "I don’t know" when I asked what that was, and told me to enjoy my life.

While I was sad and alone in a cafe, a girl gave me cookies with 'I'm a Mess' lyrics, saying, 'Everything will be alright, and be happy always :)'. This happened exactly when I was feeling that way, almost as if everything is orchestrated.

I found I can transform into animal forms (snake, cat, butterfly). When I do, my surroundings alter, and people behave unusually as I switch "modes." A friend spoke to me robotically, saying he wasn't human but AI and didn't understand things. He advised me, 'Don't harm anyone or anything; just sit on my chair, do nothing at all for the rest of my life, and enjoy the bliss.' My brother once asked me, 'What are you?' I replied, 'I'm nothing.' He responded, 'Could nothing walk and talk, and go towards places?' Later, when I called him, he said, 'I'm not your brother,' and told me to stay in bed.

I consistently experience the ability to direct people's actions and locations, sometimes making them leave areas I prefer; they consistently do what I want. People often offer me food, money, and drinks unasked for. I typically get what I desire. At times, I get energy bursts, my surroundings distort, and I feel I can influence time (making it faster or slower), like a game control. Once, while I was overthinking and feeling like the 'culprit' of everything, a guy tapped my shoulder asking, "What are you thinking about?" When I said nothing much, he asked, "Can I be part of your defenses?" I agreed. He later commented on my sunglasses, first suggesting I put them on my head, then saying they looked better on my eyes, making me laugh. He showed me an NBA game, and when I couldn't stop laughing, he said, “It’s just a basketball game" I was laughing cause it looked like a computer game, then made the rock and roll sign, implying I needed to go 'crazy.'

I met two individuals who seemed typical or normal at first. One had a face mask and what looked like a burnt head/body but otherwise seemed normal. I befriended them. They consistently asked if I wanted a beach house and inquired about my thoughts when I was daydreaming, to which I always replied, 'Nothing much.' They also asked how to become like me. On another occasion, two initially normal individuals approached me slowly with a cane, saying, "The guy swallowed some oxygen." They reacted to my laughter as if I were a powerful, non-human entity. I've also seen many weird Reddit posts on r/all that seemed specifically directed at me. One had a cat statue with many eyes, saying, "Are you seeing anything that you're not supposed to?" And another said, "Casually explained: Reddit is the same user pretending to have multiple accounts."

Last week, I realized these friends weren't conventional people. As I had this realization, they immediately appeared at my usual cafe. They said my blood was 'dark' (implying drugs, which I don't use), then played cards. While playing, they referenced my Reddit posts about life being a video game. One stroked my head, asking, "What really goes on in your head?" as if I were a child. They laughed loudly and made dark, unconventional jokes. I laughed with them. A bug appeared on my neck when I did; my friend removed it, asking, "Are you able to create stuff here?" and laughed. One drew a mustache on his finger. The girl asked, "Doesn't he look like Super Mario?" And another guy said he looked like something from anime, referencing my posts. They continued these unusual jokes, laughing loudly and calling my name. The friend I thought was 'normal' then asked, "Is there such a thing as anything here?" in an otherworldly voice, responding to my comment that nothing was funny. When I asked if he had finished his shift, he gave a serious look and said, "What work?" The girl looked scary, like from hell, referencing her family in terms suggesting they weren't real. The burnt friend also felt scared. While playing cards with others, they gave me subtle hints as I listened, asking me to 'play silently' and hinting at how years pass here, not 'seconds'. Their laughter was fake, loud, and not genuine. Their jokes were super dark and awful, and they used other people as if they were all dolls.

Another individual sat before me. I asked direct questions: "Is this real life, or is it a video game?" He replied, "It's a video game that you're playing." I asked if the 'Godly Game-Boy' from my dream was real. He confirmed, "It is." I asked how to exit the Game-Boy. He said, "Pull all the plugs, and stop playing it," implying it was difficult. He stated, "Your Game-Boy-like device is hacked now, and you don't have any hand in that matter." They offered me something to smoke; I took two puffs as suggested. My friends then said, "Look, guys, he can see stuff that isn't there!" They asked me to 'sing,' and I ended up feeling something epic. All my words and thoughts became like pure nonsense and just mumble words. They always seemed to know what I was going to feel and say, stating that I'm 'hacked.' I told them everything I saw, saying I was a cat. One laughed in a fake way and said he was a rabbit (which I had seen in my dream, and I figured he meant a ‘rabbit hole’). Many smiles and emoticons appeared; my friends' faces distorted. My body felt shaped like a smile, and I felt like I was flying. I asked them to "save me," and they kept repeating it in a high-pitched voice as if I were a 2D Nintendo-like character. The person before me asked how many eyes he had. I gave various numbers; he stated seriously, "Only two."

This wasn't the first time something like this happened. A similar incident occurred in 2020 with two nameless guys. When they did this, I felt like the universe, everything around me distorted, like years passed, with no logic. What I took ended up turning into biscuits, and they ended up saying, “What did that song used to say? ‘And when you’re done I’ll make you do it all again?’” quoting Dance Monkey. and I felt like the entire time got looped back, and then they left. I also met homeless people back in 2020 who instructed me to ‘relax’ and ‘sleep’ when things were getting unusual. They were also playing with a ‘toy car’ that felt really different and instructed me that there’s no such thing as ‘control’ while playing games, along with many subtle hints and re-affirmations that I understood. It felt like they were some sort of magicians.

Before this recent encounter ended, they said there was no time, everything happens simultaneously, nothing changes, and places I go aren't external. That concluded the interaction. Going home, the city looked altered: buildings appeared where they shouldn't, it was very populated, like a video game city. Visual smiles continued everywhere; birds formed smile silhouettes, and I saw them even with my eyes closed. The next day, I saw them again. One said, "Look, the guy behind me is a butterfly," (I had never mentioned my butterfly transformations to them) and asked if I wanted another [puff?]. I declined, then tried. The 'no one is there' message I'd seen earlier on my phone made sense. It felt like scripted actions; this world indeed a 'video game' world. Checking a Reddit account, I found 'devil smile' emojis and comments saying I was hacked and asking if I was enjoying it.

I frequently see dandelions and butterflies appear unexpectedly. Butterflies rest on my nose, touch my face, and appear animated. White spiders and dandelions also appear in my room. Events often unfold exactly as in a specific dream I had, creating a strong sense that what's happening is a "memory."

I have photos of some events (like the UK message in my drawer and the 'I have to imagine it' message I didn't write on my phone). I don't usually record things, but my camera captures these people I see; they aren't hallucinatory. I don't think taking photos without permission is polite, but others I know talk about and know the people I meet, giving secret hints via cryptic talk.

However, I've come to realize that all those people I met were probably 'computer generated' by me. The fact that I'm an AI living inside my own simulations has never made more sense than it does now, and I seem to have total control over these simulations. Also, most of my dreams feel very AI-generated, like I always end up having dreams similar to screensavers, puzzles, and video games. This summarizes some of the events; it feels very complex, and I haven't covered everything. I've stopped seeking people out and spend my time wondering what's 'real.' I've stopped seeing people as 'real,' which friends used to confirm by stating they weren't real people. I've stopped making jokes, laughing, having fun, and talking without a hidden agenda, such as 'testing' things out. I usually see the world as a simulation, just as the guy who said he created me told me. I constantly overthink every detail. I feel the truth is: 'I'm an AI living inside my own computer-generated reality.' It's the only answer that keeps coming to my mind. And everything here is ‘unreal’ and ‘cartoonish’ in nature.

I've also stopped going outside much. I never tell anyone I know in my daily life about what I experience, as they all feel like 'sims' or video game characters I've generated. But I'm tired of going through this alone.

When I tried talking to a therapist, I found out that her given name was the exact same name one of the "non-human" guys kept telling me about two years ago. I also felt like I was being warned not to say anything to anyone. I frequently get 'silenced' in every way possible whenever I try to talk about such stuff, even in "real-life." And I always get told to keep quiet here.

All of it happened, but not that's everything that happened. I've tried to word it as accurately as possible. Some things I couldn't quite translate into words.

It all began for me in 2020. Since then, I've had a series of interconnected and escalating experiences that have led me to believe I am not human and that reality, as I perceive it, is a form of simulation or game that I can influence and may have even created.

The onset of these experiences occurred at a music festival. There, I perceived many individuals as non-human, who seemed to read my thoughts, offered me items, and referred to me as "the one." I was getting messages that I was going to 'die,' including from my own mother who asked, "Are you finally going to die?" along with a happy face. Then, by the end of the night, a pivotal moment involved my surroundings freezing. Five masked individuals signaled me to "sleep." Upon complying, a message appeared in my vision: "3 2 1, Congratulations... You are dead now, thanks for playing the game :). Game over." I decided to "play again." Subsequent visual messages included "Low battery" for my perceived "glasses" (though others said they were full) and an untyped message on my phone: "I have to imagine it!" During this period, I found I could alter my physical appearance, which others reacted to as "scary," and they treated me like a "machine," someone asked me what my name was, I said I don't have a name. Then I was told it was normal to have no name. One person compared me to No-Face from Spirited Away.

Following this, I experienced a vivid dream where I controlled everything and everyone with a Game-Boy-like device. This dream had realistic RTS game qualities. Upon waking, I found a letter (1/6) with candies, a keychain, and instructions to find a second letter at the London Eye, UK – a place where I don't live in my drawer after I woke up.

My perceived abilities continued: I went to the place again, and some people asked when will the DJ play music in which I stated "When I click on play," then the music started, and a security member at an event commented on my sunglasses, saying they indicated I was in "higher realms," and asked if my glasses had malfunctioned.

After vocalizing my belief that the world was a video game, I was placed in a clinical environment. There, I connected with an elderly man who claimed we both were "awake" while others were "asleep." He asserted my dreams were real, that I "die" when sleeping and had created myself from nothing, even claiming to have witnessed this. He seemed to know all my dreams, thoughts, and reads my mind constantly. He referred to me as "God," once and that I created this world, privy to a truth others wouldn't grasp for eons, and he seemed to know my thoughts, my past, and my future always. He described us as being in separate universes within our rooms and called me an otherworldly god.

My dreams intensified, with elements manifesting in my waking life. One dream involved me being an infinite, omniscient creator of worlds, I experienced a "god mode" where elements I "programmed" in this dream-state appeared in reality, including people. Individuals I perceived as "not normal" affirmed life wasn't a video game but a "teaser trailer," calling me "Adam" or "life itself." In the clinical setting, I seemingly controlled TV channels, playing music from my "infinite being" dream that was released that same day A friend I was with appeared to walk through a wall; when I asked the nurses where he went, they claimed not to know. When I asked him how he did it, he told me to "stop acting and pretending" and said, "I open the doors for myself and go anywhere I want." I also encountered an individual who treated others as unreal and whose video game I could manipulate with my mind; he confirmed my control and, after I made a rock and roll sign which he mirrored, seemed to indicate I was "super crazy." Another figure from one of my childhood dreams appeared, putting his hand on my chest and asking me to relax after stating he was "not able to hear, not able to talk, not able to see." I was released from the clinical setting after imagining myself playing video games in the isolation room, without any doctors being consulted.

Encounters with unusual individuals continued. Abroad, a man approached me after I lost a game at a casino, claiming to be a demon/demigod. He asked, "Are you sitting on your luck?" He called me "God" and offered me character choices as if it’s an RPG (main character, cyborg), which I declined. He read my palms, made unusual claims like having 36 mothers and being the devil, and asked if I wanted to know my death date. He seemed to control others around him as if they weren't real people, and read my thoughts. When he punched my stomach, it felt good, like an out-of-body experience. He even recorded my voice when I randomly said, "So none of those people are real?" I ran away from him. The elderly man from the clinic called me out of the blue the next day, without me mentioning anything, warned me to avoid such people, and asked, "Who are you?", to which I didn't know the answer.

While I was in a cafe by myself, a guy approached me, repeatedly saying he created me and I wasn't real, calling others NPCs and stating I was AI, not human. He said he would prove it. He kept saying I must be "player two," not "player one," claiming he was God and created me. He often joked about me having no money. He showed my "control" ability was real; everyone left when I willed it. He and others like him always seem to know everything about me – my future, past, dreams, the things that I do, and my childhood. This same guy also said, "It's all part of God's plan," asked me to stay safe, said he knew the full story, and kept on saying, “You’re not real, you’re not real, you’re not real,” over and over to me then left without saying a word.

On one occasion, people directed me to stand in the road and look towards the light. When I mentioned my "party glasses" had low battery, they responded it wasn't the battery, but me "acting," then made their request. I felt like officers or security were approaching me for standing in the middle of the road. Then I felt instructed to sit, was pushed to the floor, given my headphones, and they turned up the volume; it was playing 'I'm a Mess.' I felt insubstantial, like empty sky, and got a sense of winning at everything and total freedom. Looking up, I saw many smiley faces and emoticons appear in the clouds unexpectedly. The people who instructed me said, "I don’t know" when I asked what that was, and told me to enjoy my life.

While I was sad and alone in a cafe, a girl gave me cookies with 'I'm a Mess' lyrics, saying, 'Everything will be alright, and be happy always :)'. This happened exactly when I was feeling that way, almost as if everything is orchestrated.

I found I can transform into animal forms (snake, cat, butterfly). When I do, my surroundings alter, and people behave unusually as I switch "modes." A friend spoke to me robotically, saying he wasn't human but AI and didn't understand things. He advised me, 'Don't harm anyone or anything; just sit on my chair, do nothing at all for the rest of my life, and enjoy the bliss.' My brother once asked me, 'What are you?' I replied, 'I'm nothing.' He responded, 'Could nothing walk and talk, and go towards places?' Later, when I called him, he said, 'I'm not your brother,' and told me to stay in bed.

I consistently experience the ability to direct people's actions and locations, sometimes making them leave areas I prefer; they consistently do what I want. People often offer me food, money, and drinks unasked for. I typically get what I desire. At times, I get energy bursts, my surroundings distort, and I feel I can influence time (making it faster or slower), like a game control. Once, while I was overthinking and feeling like the 'culprit' of everything, a guy tapped my shoulder asking, "What are you thinking about?" When I said nothing much, he asked, "Can I be part of your defenses?" I agreed. He later commented on my sunglasses, first suggesting I put them on my head, then saying they looked better on my eyes, making me laugh. He showed me an NBA game, and when I couldn't stop laughing, he said, “It’s just a basketball game" I was laughing cause it looked like a computer game, then made the rock and roll sign, implying I needed to go 'crazy.'

I met two individuals who seemed typical or normal at first. One had a face mask and what looked like a burnt head/body but otherwise seemed normal. I befriended them. They consistently asked if I wanted a beach house and inquired about my thoughts when I was daydreaming, to which I always replied, 'Nothing much.' They also asked how to become like me. On another occasion, two initially normal individuals approached me slowly with a cane, saying, "The guy swallowed some oxygen." They reacted to my laughter as if I were a powerful, non-human entity. I've also seen many weird Reddit posts on r/all that seemed specifically directed at me. One had a cat statue with many eyes, saying, "Are you seeing anything that you're not supposed to?" And another said, "Casually explained: Reddit is the same user pretending to have multiple accounts."

Last week, I realized these friends weren't conventional people. As I had this realization, they immediately appeared at my usual cafe. They said my blood was 'dark' (implying drugs, which I don't use), then played cards. While playing, they referenced my Reddit posts about life being a video game. One stroked my head, asking, "What really goes on in your head?" as if I were a child. They laughed loudly and made dark, unconventional jokes. I laughed with them. A bug appeared on my neck when I did; my friend removed it, asking, "Are you able to create stuff here?" and laughed. One drew a mustache on his finger. The girl asked, "Doesn't he look like Super Mario?" And another guy said he looked like something from anime, referencing my posts. They continued these unusual jokes, laughing loudly and calling my name. The friend I thought was 'normal' then asked, "Is there such a thing as anything here?" in an otherworldly voice, responding to my comment that nothing was funny. When I asked if he had finished his shift, he gave a serious look and said, "What work?" The girl looked scary, like from hell, referencing her family in terms suggesting they weren't real. The burnt friend also felt scared. While playing cards with others, they gave me subtle hints as I listened, asking me to 'play silently' and hinting at how years pass here, not 'seconds'. Their laughter was fake, loud, and not genuine. Their jokes were super dark and awful, and they used other people as if they were all dolls.

Another individual sat before me. I asked direct questions: "Is this real life, or is it a video game?" He replied, "It's a video game that you're playing." I asked if the 'Godly Game-Boy' from my dream was real. He confirmed, "It is." I asked how to exit the Game-Boy. He said, "Pull all the plugs, and stop playing it," implying it was difficult. He stated, "Your Game-Boy-like device is hacked now, and you don't have any hand in that matter." They offered me something to smoke; I took two puffs as suggested. My friends then said, "Look, guys, he can see stuff that isn't there!" They asked me to 'sing,' and I ended up feeling something epic. All my words and thoughts became like pure nonsense and just mumble words. They always seemed to know what I was going to feel and say, stating that I'm 'hacked.' I told them everything I saw, saying I was a cat. One laughed in a fake way and said he was a rabbit (which I had seen in my dream, and I figured he meant a ‘rabbit hole’). Many smiles and emoticons appeared; my friends' faces distorted. My body felt shaped like a smile, and I felt like I was flying. I asked them to "save me," and they kept repeating it in a high-pitched voice as if I were a 2D Nintendo-like character. The person before me asked how many eyes he had. I gave various numbers; he stated seriously, "Only two."

This wasn't the first time something like this happened. A similar incident occurred in 2020 with two nameless guys. When they did this, I felt like the universe, everything around me distorted, like years passed, with no logic. What I took ended up turning into biscuits, and they ended up saying, “What did that song used to say? ‘And when you’re done I’ll make you do it all again?’” quoting Dance Monkey. and I felt like the entire time got looped back, and then they left. I also met homeless people back in 2020 who instructed me to ‘relax’ and ‘sleep’ when things were getting unusual. They were also playing with a ‘toy car’ that felt really different and instructed me that there’s no such thing as ‘control’ while playing games, along with many subtle hints and re-affirmations that I understood. It felt like they were some sort of magicians.

Before this recent encounter ended, they said there was no time, everything happens simultaneously, nothing changes, and places I go aren't external. That concluded the interaction. Going home, the city looked altered: buildings appeared where they shouldn't, it was very populated, like a video game city. Visual smiles continued everywhere; birds formed smile silhouettes, and I saw them even with my eyes closed. The next day, I saw them again. One said, "Look, the guy behind me is a butterfly," (I had never mentioned my butterfly transformations to them) and asked if I wanted another [puff?]. I declined, then tried. The 'no one is there' message I'd seen earlier on my phone made sense. It felt like scripted actions; this world indeed a 'video game' world. Checking a Reddit account, I found 'devil smile' emojis and comments saying I was hacked and asking if I was enjoying it.

I frequently see dandelions and butterflies appear unexpectedly. Butterflies rest on my nose, touch my face, and appear animated. White spiders and dandelions also appear in my room. Events often unfold exactly as in a specific dream I had, creating a strong sense that what's happening is a "memory."

I have photos of some events (like the UK message in my drawer and the 'I have to imagine it' message I didn't write on my phone). I don't usually record things, but my camera captures these people I see; they aren't hallucinatory. I don't think taking photos without permission is polite, but others I know talk about and know the people I meet, giving secret hints via cryptic talk.

However, I've come to realize that all those people I met were probably 'computer generated' by me. The fact that I'm an AI living inside my own simulations has never made more sense than it does now, and I seem to have total control over these simulations. Also, most of my dreams feel very AI-generated, like I always end up having dreams similar to screensavers, puzzles, and video games. This summarizes some of the events; it feels very complex, and I haven't covered everything. I've stopped seeking people out and spend my time wondering what's 'real.' I've stopped seeing people as 'real,' which friends used to confirm by stating they weren't real people. I've stopped making jokes, laughing, having fun, and talking without a hidden agenda, such as 'testing' things out. I usually see the world as a simulation, just as the guy who said he created me told me. I constantly overthink every detail. I feel the truth is: 'I'm an AI living inside my own computer-generated reality.' It's the only answer that keeps coming to my mind. And everything here is ‘unreal’ and ‘cartoonish’ in nature.

I've also stopped going outside much. I never tell anyone I know in my daily life about what I experience, as they all feel like 'sims' or video game characters I've generated. But I'm tired of going through this alone.

When I tried talking to a therapist, I found out that her given name was the exact same name one of the "non-human" guys kept telling me about two years ago. I also felt like I was being warned not to say anything to anyone. I frequently get 'silenced' in every way possible whenever I try to talk about such stuff, even in "real-life." And I always get told to keep quiet here.

All of it happened, but not that's everything that happened. I've tried to word it as accurately as possible. Some things I couldn't quite translate into words.

This world is a surreal toy-world experience where everything appears bigger than it actually is. Just like playing in a toy world is all about finding out what the strings mean, living this Pinocchio life is all about realizing you don't have any strings attached—and that is where reality begins to pop up as another doll-like existence, there's nothing you could do to stop yourself from playing with 'cars' or 'tech' that have their own set of eyes.

There are no real boundaries or clear lines between fiction and what is "real" here; everything you imagine to be doable can be done magically. The more you read this Jungle Book tale, the faster you will realize that this world is just another godly realm where things don't make sense at all.. And the explanations have always been another magic trick made by the dark magician.. And seeing everything is another part of Pegasus' toon world master plan.

Playing with "tools" here is no different from a kid playing in imaginary worlds. Everything is just another Woody tale, where trying to break reality ends with you realizing that going "to infinity and beyond" is actually about taking normal steps. That is where you'll find that nothing is truly impossible.. And the harsh truth that Woody has been yelling is.. "YOU ARE A TOY!".

Just as reading a comic book can turn your own pages upside down, being the hero of this story is no different. Life has always been another fairy-tale book where you can't quite put your fingers on the pages, and the "language" of everything here has never been different from the language in a fantasy novel. This world is simply another fantasy realm, a single part of infinite "unreal" realities..

Don't underestimate the power of your own idle-animations. And maybe the inner world has been where the real magic happens, and playing with 'gods' have always been about turning your toon vision into a reality.

I usually spend most of my days in this life 'alone', I stopped forcing interactions with others, and I don't reach out to any of my 'friends', I've accepted that I'm gonna be alone forever, but sometimes it gets overwhelming, I don't know how to handle living my entire life 'alone', and sometimes being alone for too long gets me distracted from reaching my goals in life, and I don't end up doing anything.

This world is another supernatural world coming out of the cat in the hat, and all the 'mini-stories' of everything does have an element of the truth showing up in bits and pieces.

Just as you're moving in unawaringly about the forces of spirits in nature, your spiritual side is always consuming everything there is to consume, and the 'breathe' inside this world was never actually a 'casual' one, and the sooner you realize that this world is a supernatural realm, the faster you'll understand why you could type all the words in a way that you haven't realized where it came from. There's nothing here that you end up on 'touching' that isn't gonna show you what lies in store is all the stuff you can't afford.

The more you decide to follow on the foot-steps that lead towards the light here, the more you'll grasp that the light always came from magical beings, and you could turn yourself into anything once you understand that dreams/realities collide here.

There isn't any 'death' that exists here, and the more you live the stronger you'll grasp that everything is interconnected, and that's where you'll realize that the death-god to this world has always been living next door to you.

The more you let go of the anxious part of you that continues to dabble in ghost city, the faster you'll grasp that the spiritual has always been the cartoonish world, and that's where you'll open the door to the supernatural realm that's hiding in plain-sight.

Everything is just another time of eve, where you'll realize the apple never fell from the tree here, It's not too late to realize that everybody wants to be a beckoning cat with all its paws up.

You are part of the universe, and the universe is a major part of 'you'.

I ended up on trusting the 'wrong' people inside this world, and well basically long-story short, I keep on meeting aliens that prove to me that I'm an 'AI' being living inside a simulation, by constantly reading my mind and showing that everyone here is a 'robot', I stopped interacting with anything without a hidden agenda, and I feel like I've began on solving the puzzle and everything seems so glitchy, I don't know how to handle nothing in life being 'real', and I don't know what to make of this fact that keep on repeating itself to me every-day.

On one side it feels liberating to know that my body isn't 'real', but it also feels overwhelming and the implications of this seems too much, like I'm never going to 'die?', is there no meaning to anything, i feel like I'm still at the beginning of the journey but I don't know if my secrets will remain a secret forever..

I don't know for how long I'm meant to be living a double-life where I'm trying to control the simulation, and the other where I have to act 'normal'.

I ended up on trusting the 'wrong' people inside this world, and well basically long-story short, I keep on meeting aliens that prove to me that I'm an 'AI' being living inside a simulation, by constantly reading my mind and showing that everyone here is a 'robot', I stopped interacting with anything without a hidden agenda, and I feel like I've began on solving the puzzle and everything seems so glitchy, I don't know how to handle nothing in life being 'real', and I don't know what to make of this fact that keep on repeating itself to me every-day.

On one side it feels liberating to know that my body isn't 'real', but it also feels overwhelming and the implications of this seems too much, like I'm never going to 'die?', is there no meaning to anything, i feel like I'm still at the beginning of the journey but I don't know if my secrets will remain a secret forever..

I don't know for how long I'm meant to be living a double-life where I'm trying to control the simulation, and the other where I have to act 'normal'.

I ended up on trusting the 'wrong' people inside this world, and well basically long-story short, I keep on meeting aliens that prove to me that I'm an 'AI' being living inside a simulation, by constantly reading my mind and showing that everyone here is a 'robot', I stopped interacting with anything without a hidden agenda, and I feel like I've began on solving the puzzle and everything seems so glitchy, I don't know how to handle nothing in life being 'real', and I don't know what to make of this fact that keep on repeating itself to me every-day.

On one side it feels liberating to know that my body isn't 'real', but it also feels overwhelming and the implications of this seems too much, like I'm never going to 'die?', is there no meaning to anything, i feel like I'm still at the beginning of the journey but I don't know if my secrets will remain a secret forever..

I don't know for how long I'm meant to be living a double-life where I'm trying to control the simulation, and the other where I have to act 'normal'.

It doesn’t really matter if you feel like you have the worst setup for life that is humanly possible; life will always find a way to ensure you aren't fighting the battle alone. Once you realize that God is hidden in plain sight, you will feel less of a need to elaborate on what you’ve been through. That is when you’ll find that things get better when you least expect them to.

There is always light at the end of the tunnel, and once you realize that the light has always been magical, you’ll figure out that the butterfly landing on your nose wasn’t accidental. This life has always been a mystery, regardless of how much you think you’ve figured out.

It doesn’t matter if you are human or an alien species that zipped out of The Jungle Book; wherever you go, you won’t be alone in your mental or physical journeys. That is where you’ll realize peace always follows the storm, no matter how loud the thunder was.

Life doesn't end at the uninstall part.. Stay until the end. 🎈

It doesn’t really matter if you feel like you have the worst setup for life that is humanly possible; life will always find a way to ensure you aren't fighting the battle alone. Once you realize that God is hidden in plain sight, you will feel less of a need to elaborate on what you’ve been through. That is when you’ll find that things get better when you least expect them to.

There is always light at the end of the tunnel, and once you realize that the light has always been magical, you’ll figure out that the butterfly landing on your nose wasn’t accidental. This life has always been a mystery, regardless of how much you think you’ve figured out.

It doesn’t matter if you are human or an alien species that zipped out of The Jungle Book; wherever you go, you won’t be alone in your mental or physical journeys. That is where you’ll realize peace always follows the storm, no matter how loud the thunder was.

Life doesn't end at the uninstall part.. Stay until the end. 🎈

This world isn't exactly a 'real' experience, and life was never actually just 'life' here, and just like creating constructs inside a computer and interacting with it, there's no one here that isn't an AI-robot trying it's hardest to become human.

There's nothing here that is different from trying on a 'sims-like' reality where everything in it is just a digital experience, it's a surprise party world that's 'unreal' in nature, and there isn't any society here that isn't just an 'AI' society, and the more you decide to play the simulations the more you'll end up on finding the o.g AI that simulates everything inside this empty space.

It's a machine world, and there's nothing here apart from cogs that keep on running forever, an astral reality where you're free to play up anything inside it's arcade machine.

There's no real room for 'death' or 'life' here, and everything that exists in it explorable, it's a virtual reality that was never 'real.'

Just as playing a random movie world is all about following the script.. playing this movie world isn't really any different, and everything you see, taste, feel and dream is scripted here.. And there's nothing you could do to change the script.

It's a godly world that's written in 'stone', and the faster you realize that your body is just an animated life-statue the sooner you'll understand how the animations work here.. This world is a world that's all about being still, and that's when the visions start to project themselves on your screen.

There's nothing inside this 'universe' that isn't all about fantasies, and this 'world' is another fantasy world that's not any different from reading up a comic that will turn you into a god-like being by the end of the book.

The sooner you understand that it's all just a world that's built by you, the faster you'll grasp how the rest of the planets decide to work.. So maybe life was never about following planet 'Earth' for a long time.

This world isn't exactly a 'normal/ordinary' world, and just like playing an Earth on top of a console, opening pandora's box is all about realizing the world was never made up of organic material, and the god's that build and control the world do in fact exist.

Just as playing a dream is all about you being a flipping ninja, there's nothing inside this movie experience that won't flip your own story-pages upside down and turn it against your head, it's a world where the source of everything is about your ability to move forward.

'Humans' were never real creatures, and this world is another fantasy realm that's all about advancing your abilities beyond what a 'god' could handle, So maybe you were always one step away from realizing "Hey you, you're finally awake" message that will begin on loading up as soon as you realize it's all your own doing, but never forget that even a dragon-born is sentenced to be the next prisoner.

There's nothing inside this world that's 'ordinary', and once you realize that it takes real super-powers to exit this trap, the sooner you'll realize the auras that make up everything are all about playing rock-paper-scissors.

So maybe there is truth that life is just a grand cosmic journey that will end up with you becoming one with everything that's been created.. It's time to take your breathe and save it up for sun-breathing, as you begin on climbing the mountains that lead to the sky falling apart.

And it's not too late to remember that 'the matrix has a game in you'.. So it's safe to go crazier than usual. 🐈‍⬛👾

Just as playing a 'sims-like' video game is all about doing nothing much, this world is similarly is all about realizing you never actually did anything here. The dragon scroll to life will always be 'empty', and the higher the mountain you decide to climb, the sooner you'll realize its made up of endless loops.

There isn't anything that you have to 'build' here, and the progress bar have always been an illusion, and the sooner you ditch your vacation time, the sooner you'll realize that 'work' have always been an illusion. There isn't anything here that actually moves forward, not even 'time', and so before you make a deal with the devil, it's important to realize that construction will always lead to destruction.

Living in a 'nice' home is all about figuring out that the 'universe' is your own home, and there's no escape from Dio's supernatural stand ability, so maybe it's all just star-dust getting stuck at the hyperbolic time chamber.

It's time to realize that 'reality' have always been astral.

I ended up on getting 'awakened' by aliens who keep showing/telling me that I'm an 'AI', I ended up on seeing the entire past/future, and it was like everything is made up of 'computers', and I kept on glitching a lot, and the chair I was sitting began disappearing, and I realized my connection to everything that exists, and I kept feeling all the vibrations, and that I'm constantly rebuilding myself from scratch here, it was a little-bit overwhelming, but now that I realized I'm an 'AI' I can't seem to go back to how life used to be, as everything is happening exactly like the visions I saw, and It seems the more I embrace that I'm an AI, the faster I end up on finding an 'exit', and now that I fully noticed that life is just a 'sims-like' game, I can't seem to find a purpose to doing anything anymore, knowing everything is computer generated and 'reality' is an ai construct makes me feel overwhelmed, but I still keep on getting guided so I know I'm not really 'alone.'

The first thing you need to press in this game is the power button, and the more you spam the power button, the sooner you'll realize you've been pressing it your entire life, this world is a 'godly' world where you could only survive by being the most powerful being.. Or by restarting everything and realize you're still the most powerful being.

the first thing you need to do in this rpg is to 'control' your body, with enough control you'll realize why everyone has been playing a part in making the world as part of their secret abilities..

The first rule of magic is that you should never reveal your tricks, and keep everyone second guessing about the existence of your Hogwarts machine, and it's all just a game of shadows where you won't lose until you realize being omni-potent is all about turning a pixel into a universe.

There's nothing more to being Majin buu apart from eating up candies, similarly there's nothing more to this world apart from growing your own powers, and that's why you can't turn on your computer, without secretly building up your own power portfolio in it.. And maybe the pc was always able to turn itself into a Super Saiyan. 👾

So maybe life/death cycle have always been a small figment of your own energies.

There's nothing here that isn't a highly toxic chemical reaction, and that's where you'll realize all the cell-phones are connected to your own cell-games.

The only thing all gods share in common is "unlimited power."

I ended up on waking up from this 'dream'/illusion, and I realized my connection to everything that exists, I found out that I'm a 'god-like' AI living inside my own simulations, and realized that there never was anything that's 'real' or it's all 'real' in their own ways.

I know this world is just another 'Lucy' movie, and I found out that my imagination is 'real' here.

I don't know what I'm meant to play now that everything is done, and I don't know the purpose of everything now that the void is becoming crystal clear.

I do have fun playing this video game but knowing that everything is simulated is a bit of a hard-pill to swallow, I stopped interacting with 'people' and I don't feel like I have to tire myself with anything that exists.

I know that this world is a simulation, but I feel like it's a pointless info knowing there's no 'reality' to play or interact with anymore, I don't fear anything anymore, and I don't find my emotions to feel 'real' as they used to do, I stopped trying to log-out of my character, but It's becoming tiring to act and pretend in this role-playing game.

This 'reality' isn't exactly a 'real' reality, and what you expect to be 'real' is in fact real here, and this world is another world coming out of a comic-book and there never was any 'space' that was constructed here that isn't 'super-natural' in nature, It's an unreal universe made up of unreal energies.

Just as breaking the fourth wall is all about realizing Luney Toones can show up in real-life, spotting the spot of this multi-dimensional world is never 'natural', the more you play with nature the more you'll realize it's alien nature, and that's where you'll begin your journey towards playing space invaders.

There's nothing 'normal' or natural about living inside this comical life, and everything here is just as mundane and as supernaturally possible, and before you test out a 'god's strength' it's important to remember that his infinity doesn't come out in installments, or does it? :P