Metamorphosis: Memories

I.. I had a really strange dream..

Personal Journal, Daily Life Entry no. 7 6/7/XXXX

This entry should be in my journal about neuroscience but my dad said I'm keeping way too many journals for too many topics and subjects. I can't just put this entry in my psychology journal either! This topic is very not related to the psychology of the human mind!

What's that topic I'm talking about? Continuous Consciousness! I have this theory, or I heard about this theory that whenever you pass out or go unconscious, your brain shuts off in the duration of you being unconscious. And when you regain awakening, your brain turns on again and you become awake.

But since your brain technically turned off, there's a disconnection in your consciousness. A discontinuity. How are you so sure that the 'you' now is still the same you before your brain turned off? Sure, you can recall all your memories before going unconscious but how are you sure that you just have a copy of the memories of the previous you. Well I can't even say 'previous' since you may not even be related to the consciousness before you.

It sounds complicated right? When you go unconscious, your brain shuts down, you stop existing in this duration, you are not in this world, you are not present, you are unconscious, your brain isn't active.

So therefore, there's a discontinued pattern in your consciousness. A clean cut was made when you passed out unconscious.

Now I'm worried that the current me isn't the real me! Hahaha!

This may be related to my theories and research about dreams and memories. When you lose your memories, do you simply become a empty shell of who you were or will you become a whole different person with your new memories replacing your lost ones? Or will you become both?

What happens if you regain your memories and it doesn't align with your post-amnesia memories?

I will do more research in this topic. I'm taking too much space!!

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Chapter: 9

"Zachary wake up!!"

A loud voice rings through my eyes and sunlight harasses my face. I could hear the curtains being opened with much haste.

"Ugh...wha..."

"Do you know what day it is?!"

"What.. day is it?"

My eyes are still adjusting to the sunlight but I'm abruptly awoken by an annoying presence.

"It's saturday!"

I get pulled out of my bed before I could even fold my blanket and rearrange the pillows.

Wait.

I looked around me and saw that I'm in a dorm room. It looks like a college dorm room. I rushed to the a desk and checked the calender. It's the 21st century still. But why am I here? Where's Sa....

What am I even thinking? I'm supposed to be here, I've been here for 2 years now. To study and graduate college! Did I get drunk last night or something?

Whatever.

"Can we spend this day studying, Elliot?"

"No! Do that on weekdays!"

"Fine.."

I stretched when my feet touched the floor and went to the bathroom to get ready.

Elliot was waiting for me impatiently while I was enjoying my limited alone time.. in a bathroom.

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Me and Elliot have arrived in a newly built museum dedicated to religion and history.