The more concerning thing is that there other beings in my coma dream that would see an apple in the image that don’t need to wake up, and the creators of the image took that into account
But Master, how do I awaken?
You realize that there is no apple.
I See you have been digusted by American McChicken. Here, have some European McChicken
The American looks better, chicken looks marginally more real
Op is a jr chicken, not a full one
Jr. Chicken in Europe is made with marinara sauce, this seems to be made with sour cream or mayonnaise afaict
That’s not a real McChicken, though. That’s an advertisement model of one. The one pictured in OP’s image is not a faked model.
If the fake model one counts, then compare it to this:
I’ll only wake up if you can prove the waking world is better than this coma world. If it’s worse: I’m staying in here.
Cobb: “I’ve come back for you… to remind you of something. Something you once knew. That this world is not real.”
That’s a tasty looking green apple.
I dont think I needed to see this picture come to life but it is what I expected it would be.
wakes up from coma…
scratches my butt…
goes back to sleep
What’s funny is that that could be true, but there’s no way to prove if it is or not
OOH! Wait, I remember that from Philosophy 101! I think Descartes said something like: the only thing you could be sure of was that you were thinking about it, and from that starting point… I don’t remember the rest of it.
“Cogito ergo sum”
Me thinks, me am
Thanks, Popeye.
This looks a lot like a disguised ad.
It’s no use. I’m stuck here in my brain. I see everything. I feel everything.
I can’t do anything.
A frightening liminal space between states of being. Not quite dead, not quite alive!
Pretty sure that’s a banana
It’s not an apple nor a McChicken. It’s just organized photon waves vibrating at three main electromagnetic ranges, emitted from and towards bunch of quarks and gluons clumped together forming “things” (protons and neutrons) that forms bigger “things” (atoms) that forms even bigger “things” (molecules) forming even bigger things that don’t really exists, such as my “smartphone screen” and the “retinal cones and rods” inside my “eyes”. The spoon doesn’t exist, neither does the McChicken, let alone the apple, or “you”, or “me”. Wake up.
Huh…
when you wake up immediately eat a silica gel sachet to escape the matrix
If this is all my dream then my real life must be fucking terrible.*
