Ya know, the kind where you think to yourself "Why am I here? I can't really come up with a rationale for the continuation of my existence, so why does my life continue?" Do you feel like you are minutiae on the grand scheme of things? Like the Earth is just a speck of dust in the universe's elaborate lasagna dish, and anything having to do with you or the rest of its inhabitants doesn't ultimately affect the rich, bold flavor...
Yeah, but in the opposite way. "I exist - why does the world ?"
Reality can destroy the dream; why shouldn't the dream destroy reality?
I went through a bad patch of this about four years ago. Eventually this cleared up. But because of my extreme INFP scores, I am prone to it outburst of it more frequently than I would like. I believe its my very high intuition. I 95%, N 100%, F 84%, P 95%. Maybe I should become an existential psychologist