Thinking about Quantum Immortality and Past Lives
I’ve been sure of this for awhile, but I’m even more certain now. No, I don’t have concrete evidence. I’m not sure how you can quanitfy a dream, though I’m sure someone much smarter than myself could do so. But I know my own experiences. My dreams are weird as shit, and they have been for as long as I can remember.
Last night I dreamed I was in a giant field of mud and logs. Some mystical guys showed up as we were working in these fields, me and other men. I’m not sure what we were doing, but the mystical guys stood spaced apart and made the logs start spinning and mud kicking up all over the place. We tried to run away, but there was some kind of forcefield blocking us and keeping us in the field. Shortly after the dream transitioned into me lying on the couch eating pot gummies.
If this means anything normal I sure don’t know what it is. I take pot gummies sometimes, but the other stuff I have no clue, and couldn’t begin to tell you what the magic men in the mud field may mean.
So a portal to what you ask? I don’t know that either, but I have my theories. my theory is that its another dimiension or timeline. Something where time and space doesn’t work the same as it does here. The above dream is just one of many weird ones I have almost every night. Maybe its because of my psych meds, or maybe my mental illness itself. I’ve had weird dreams ever since I was a kid.
Growing up, we were told in church dreams were how God talked to us. If that is how he talks to me, he sure says some fucked up shit. Other’s say its a window to the unconcious. Your subconcious mind is trying to give you a message. I sure don’t know what that would be. Many times in dreams I talk to dead relatives, some who passed years and years ago. The weirdest phenomena I’ve encountered is within the dream, having a memory of an event that never actually took place. What the heck is my dream self remembering?
I know this essay is a lot of questions, but I woke up thinking about a lot of things today and dreams are one of them. They’ve led me to believe for sure in alternate dimensions and parallel universes. I’m not sure what goes on there, but I do believe in our dream we are catching a glimpse. For many years I’ve felt there is magic in the universe. That things aren’t all just rocks and bones and blood and dust. That there is stardust and magic and mysticism out there. We don’t see a lot of it here because I think we stopped believing in it centuries ago. But I think in these parallel places, magic and wonder still exist.
I’ve read about a thing called Quantum Immortality. This is the theory that when we die here, our conciousness goes to another version of ourselves in another timeline. While partly this sounds terrifying. I’d had to go be myself again somewhere else and just continue this pattern of living forever as myself in this body or my broken brain, but bear with me. What if our other timeline selves are better? What if my brain isn’t broken in the alternate dimension, but I can move things with my mind or heal people or change the weather. Hell, I’d be happy with bending spoons.
What if these Quantum realms are infinite and there are millions of Erics spread throughout the universe existing in different ways. Maybe one of me is a supervillain somewhere!
I know this sounds like a lot, but I’m just theorizing here. I don’t actually know how quantum physics works. I’ve tried reading about it and my eyes and brain just kinda glazed over trying to comprehend it all. But its fun to think about.
I think its more plausible than a magic golden city in the sky with a giant old man with a white beard handing out trophies. Imagine you’re chronically ill in this timeline, but after you pass here, the new version of you is healed and healthy and successful. I suppose there is the chance the other us could be in a worse situation, in which case that cycle would not be fun.
This all reminds me of the Battlestar Galactica reboot where cylons would regenrate when killed and their conciousness would download into a new body on the resurrection ship each time they were killed. Your new self wouldn’t be aware of the conciousness merging other than through things like weird dreams or deja vu. Which as me thinking as I write this.
What is my weird dreams are actually memories from past versions of mysself on other timelines? I may have just answered myself a lot of things just by typing all this out. Or created more questions. Once again, I think it may be plausible the strange things I see in dreams are an amalgamation of memories over the centuries from various timelines. So we do have past lives, just not on this version of earth but another earth in another dimesion. I also wonder if my other versions may communicate to me through dreams. It could be one of those two things or even both.
You may have noticed by now this entire essay is just a stream of conciousness, which is how write many times. This one just less organized than usual. In the end, I don’t know if there is any way to actually know what is going on either in our dreams or after death. But the dreams the more I think about it, feel like they could be memories, and death itself is the portal. Either way, its not the end and there is far more to this universe than even the most briliant minds could ever understand. In the meantime, we’ll see what my brain conjures when I go to sleep tonight.
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