What are flashbacks that AREN'T immersive?
Reliving, rather than remembering, any of the 5/6 senses.
Smelling smoke, tasting blood, hearing a voice, seeing an image, feeling a hand, or the other kind of feeling / a completely out of place emotion/mindset from a million years ago, etc.
Intrusive thoughts would be the Can’t-stop-remembering things... seen in the mind’s eye, or their voice in your head, kind of thing. As opposed to my stupid ass walking around (read; crawling, climbing, ducking over and under) sniffing the electrical sockets, tryin to find out WTF is burning and where the hell it’s coming from :bag: Flashbacks overlay on top of reality as if they’re happening now.
One of the things I like about Hollywood style dream/nightmare whilst awake is that they’re so disruptive that they’re really obvious/apparent. The “break the 4th wall”. So they tend to be wicked
short. Not always, but they usually do come in flashes. Single sense ones I often don’t catch on for hours or days that’s what’s happening. Not until something contradicts it, like realizing I can’t have cracked that tooth, because I don’t HAVE a tooth there. The more conflicting information I can give my brain? The easier/faster it is to break out of it. But I have to know that’s what’s happening. So subtle things like generalized mouth pain, I’ll mistake for generalized mouth pain. A cracked tooth. Damn. Well, no big deal, should make an appointment to get it looked at. Sigh. But if it’s not easily explainable general pain like a cracked tooth, but when my tooth was
shattered? I’ll notice faster / can stick my finger in my mouth and feel the gum line. No tooth. Much less a shattered tooth. My face might
feel swollen, cut, bruised. But when I put my hand there? It’s smooth. Look in the mirror? Not a mark on me.
I usually prefer flashbacks, and the more disruptive the better, because they’re easier for me to get a grip on. If I hear someone call my name? And they’re dead? My brain rejects that as wrong. But if I’m remembering them call my name? That same scene can play, over and over and over in the corner of my mind. One of those rare times when the more alarming something is? The better, IMO. Because my brain rejects what’s happening as much as I do. The more subtle something is, the less my brain seems inclined to lend a hand and shut that shit down.