That bothers me almost on a daily. Why have so many people I have known become addicted? Yet for some reason I never found it all that pleasurable or enjoyable. Not for lack of trying either. I had plenty of occasions where I thought, maybe I didn’t do enough the last time….
I must say I do not recall dreams almost 95% of the time. I find I can easily astral project, and maintain consciousness when I dream. Which is now mostly the only way I recall dreams, if I meditate and fall into that trance. I usually do so listening to Gregorian chanting or something similar. Lately I have a hard time clearing my mind of the days bullshit. That is just a different issue altogether though.
The more I find out about brain development, formation, and structure, the more I feel we have less in common with each other than I thought. How could two things be so similar, yet simultaneously function on vastly different levels in different aspects. It’s jarring how experiences can be viewed as similar, yet have vastly different levels of experience depending upon the subject. I never found meaning or mystery in astral projection or that stuff. I always felt it is some random function of my brain, not some higher essence of being.
Edit: for overzealous capitalization.