Martial arts training camp. Average sleep time was around 4 hours per day, also, guard shifts round the day, so sometimes it ended up being 2. So towards the end of the week I was quite… sleepy. And this seems to have an interesting effect on visual pattern recognition.
One day, me and another guy were standing guard, around 4 in the morning, the sun was just about to come up. Making circles around the countryside weekend house we were staying in, I noticed that some people appeared with a truck and started to pick grapes from the nearby field. I promptly went and reported it to the other guy, so I was pretty sure of this observation, until I went back, and...
the truck and the people somehow turned into grapes and new people appeared to pick them.
Later that week I actually made up a rule saying “the guy standing in front of the house is, regardless of how much he seems to move around, a tree”. Since I actually went there once and checked previously. Science over unreliable visual cortices...
… I did my fair share too, Santa vs. thin threads spun across the way between where the presents were supposed to emerge and the door… “stand back, I’m going to try Science” for the first time I remember.
Actually, it was a really nice experience not only about Science but also about how compartmentalization feels from the inside. I definitely remember thinking both that it’s my parents and that it’s some kind of mystical thingy, the only new thing that year was that these two aren’t supposed to coexist in the same world. Not surprisingly, it’s the very same feeling that I felt after being exposed to a semester of catholic middle school. Didn’t have a name for it then though...