I’m still not lucid in my dreams (and to be honest with you, I started remembering them on an almost daily basis a month or so ago) but I think this was worth sharing.
I’m a synaesthete, and in my dreams, I reach even higher levels of synaesthesia.
But first I have to explain how it feels like in waking life. Synaesthesia is not about feeling more than other people. When I see my best friend, Nana, I don’t see her green, or visualize green while seeing her, I just know she’s somehow green. When it comes to looking at myself in the mirror, that colour thing gets even funnier as I know myself in a grayscale tone of yellow. I have my skin colour, I see it as you see it, but I look at me and I know myself not only yellow, but greyscale yellow. Go figure.
Also, reading a book’s chapter some days ago, I knew it smell just like whisky, even though I didn’t feel or remind the smell of whisky.
I don’t think know is the most appropriate verb to describe the feel, but I think it helps you get what synaesthesia is not.
So, on to the dream part: when I’m dreaming, I don’t just knoe, I feel. I look at my dreamsky and I feel something silken touching me. I look at Nana and she’s not green, but there IS green, not only knowingness of green, but the colour, manifesting aitself all around.
So I would like to ask how does this synaesthesia thing work with you guys (even if you’re not waking life synesthetes).