Pup
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When a person has a heart attack from being scared of something they imagined, they aren't faking anything. They are under the impression something is happening and reacting to what they think is happening.
I don't have any hypnotism anecdotes, but I do have one that illustrates how complicated it is. May even have posted this a long time ago, but...
I hate the taste of beer. Yuck. Ugh. Horrible. But I had to portray a role of someone who liked beer, so I was sitting at a table, with a glass of near-beer in front of me, working up courage to drink it as if I actually enjoyed it, while waiting for the other couple to arrive and the performance to get underway. I was determined not to show the least sign that I hated the taste of what I was going to be drinking.
The other couple walked up, sat down, and during the usual distractions of remembering what to say and do, I picked up the glass and drank. To my complete surprise, it actually tasted good. I couldn't spend much attention on the flavor because so much else was going on, but the change from what I expected was so vivid and startling that I noticed, and can still remember it to this day.
After everything was over, there was another can of the same beer, from the same six-pack, sitting where we were packing up, and I thought, wow, apparently that's one kind of beer I do like. So I opened it, took a drink, and yuck! Ugh! Horrible.
I was shocked.
My first thought was that it was a bad can, so I opened another. Same thing. I couldn't believe it.
Apparently, I had imagined I was a person who liked beer well enough, that for a moment, I'd actually liked beer, but the moment was gone.
So during the performance, was I fooling myself that I liked beer, or did I actually like beer? If someone knew I hated beer, and saw me drink it as if I liked it, they would assume I was just a good actor, and wouldn't realize that I actually liked it at that moment. If they didn't know I hated beer, they would assume I wasn't even acting. And I actually wasn't acting, because it really did taste good. Temporarily. Because I was acting so well that I'd even fooled myself, apparently.
It's complicated.