. I've read, died, smelled, touched, loved ... done a million things.

Time to die now.

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Cindy, I have a good visual memory, but not anything that could be described as eidetic.

Okay. I generally don't, except for the odd bit of text here and there, and its placement. I might know Julia has her pink Sketchers T-shirt on, and that it has a soccer ball on it, but I can't remember detail about it.

Hell, I've solved physics problems in my dreams. Of course, in the million times that happened, only once was it actually right. Usually they became bizarro-physics at some point. Like, involving a lemon and gluing squirrels to paper.

Oh, I've done that. It makes so much sense in the dream, and then you wake up and are convinced you have the answer, until you actually recall the details.

But then, I've also tasted colors which tasted of a texture and a sound (btw, I advise AGAINST this. My head still hurts at the mention)

Flashback?

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that it *is* possible to feel the pinch and still be asleep

Perceptual games, what fun. I generally do know when I'm dreaming, especially when things get odd. What's strange is Hubby will wake me from what he thinks is a nightmare, and it's generally a vivid adventure-type dream. Which goes to show that it's a lot more fun to watch adventures than to participate in adventures. Being chased and having the fate of the world in your hands is not relaxing.

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I had a high fever when it happened, and I think some sensory wires got crossed in a way my brain doesn't accept. So yellow tastes like the sound and feel of chewing a wad of rubber like balloons are made of. And that was me flinching a bit.

The other fried brain one involved a window that was "too big" and it was making me very upset, in the sensory overload manner. I needed to fix it with a safety pin.

I get the same flinch when font gets "too big" (define that? Can't) on a screen. It's like I can't look at it without starting to panic or something. Lightheaded. It's just WRONG.

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It sounds like your brain associates those inputs with the disorientation of the fever, the way hunger and stress feel the same to me, so I get panicky when it's time for lunch.

I read a fascinating study tying various phobias to inner ear problems. If you have an episode of feeling off-balance or seriously disoriented, the sub-brain can tie that in to being in a crowd or being in a high place or something. Hubby used to ride in the doors of helicopters with impunity when he was young, but after various head injuries, he can't even walk across the bridges in shopping malls without psyching himself up to it.

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I'm sure that's a large part of it. I find the fact that it took basic senses and crossed wires rather fascinating. It's old hat, I'm sure, to synesthetes (? the color of numbers and whatnot people) but yeah...I'm not one. So the fact I now have an association like that is ..weird.

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Brains are so cool. Except when they're fucking with you. But still pretty cool.

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Brains are so cool.

Or when they are trying to take over the world, just like they do every night.

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I've also heard you can't die in dreams. But I have.

I always wake up before I hit the ground. And all my near-death dream experiences have been the kind where you would hit the ground--no dying peacefully of old age or of a lingering illness. Dream me gets shot or tumbles off precipices.

I don't think I've ever dreamed about reading, which is odd, given how much I read in waking life, but I know I'm literate in my dreams--I read signs and such.

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Last night my BF turned to me in his sleep and patted my shoulder and said "My girlfriend is beautiful." I was very touched, although I did ask this morning if he was dreaming about Heidi Klum or something, just to double check.

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