Me personally wouldn’t think you crazy. We’re just trained young not to talk about this stuff. I usually don’t.
When I was 11 (6th grade), I was at a week-long sleepover camp thing. Some youth group thing. We were at cabins. There was a space with a big fireplace and a kitchen. A common area.
I sat there alone on one of the nights, tending the fire in the fireplace.
I sat down on a couch. I looked up. I asked myself the question:
“What if there was no color and the only way to distinguish objects was through colorless light refractions?
Just like that, I looked up, through the ceiling. Just like that, I felt as if I could see through everything to the ends of the Universe. I looked down at my feet and could see through them, the planet Earth, the other side, and all the parts inbetween.
Bones of my feet, Earth’s core, over to other galaxies.
There were no colors. No black or white or gray either. Not even outlines. Just a sense of pressures.
Not only did I see everything, but I saw myself from many views but with the same colorless, outlineless view.
It was pretty cool. I walked around with it superimposed, sort of a Matrix thing (but this was back in… yow, 1983? 1984?)
Anyway, I enjoyed it. I can recall it or versions of it at will.
I know it was my imagination of course and yet, thanks to it, I never felt fully trapped [or fully free]. Rather, I felt like I was an everything, both it and part of and none of it as well.
Sounds nutty talking about it. Mentioned it to a few people and they gave me the social cue regarding talking about this kind of stuff.
But it was nice and still is. New versions are different perspectives of time happening simultaneously, seeing another person and myself from their perspective during a conversation, whatever.
Keeps my brain entertained at all times smile emoticon