I almost never remember my dreams. When, I do, since I have aphantasia, my dreams would appear very strange to you.
The funny thing is, most people that have it (me included) don't even realise it's a thing until we're adults. I only found out in last year or two. I thought everyone was like me and "mind's eye" was just an expression. I always know when I'm dreaming because I don't sense anything... . I can't mistake a dream for reality because I don't see anything... I just know a list of events happening, like I'm reading a book almost (only I'm not). Most of my dreams aren't even in first person.
Never had a wet dream where I came, no. Had dreams where I had sex but, I didn't experience it... Just knew it was happening. Like a plot line in a book. I think I might have seen with a mind's eye when a small child because I sort of remember reoccurring dreams I had when very small and I think they had a visual aspect to them. I don't know at what age I stopped seeing in my dreams. Occasionally, I will see something. Like when I'm falling asleep reading (or doing something really repetative, as I'm falling asleep). I'll reach to turn the page and realise I wasn't awake. That's the only time I ever experience anything close to a mind's eye, when I'm right on the cusp of falling asleep. Once I'm completely asleep and having dreams the ability goes away again. My dreams are no different to waking thoughts... Just thoughts, no senses accompanying them. Now I have made an accidental mess of the bed another way... When having a stomach bug and thinking I have just gas...
Saw my eldest for the last time for 7 months last night. She ****s off back to Dubai on Friday. She will now have to pay 5% tax to use skype over there as the government owns all the websites in the UAE. In February, my youngest ****s off to Mexico with her boyfriend for an undetermined period of time. In this case, the boyfriend is a good lad. I'll be very lonely.
Busy day tomorrow. It's Scots Gary's 50th and he's asked me to go for a beer with him in Warrington. He's a hoops man and the pub is a big manc one, but he's done me a couple of favours, so I won't be rude. Then I'm off to Scumland to meet my youngest. She's suggested the Thirsty Scholar, which is a big student bar under the arches near Oxford Road station. I said I'd buy her a meal. She's a veggie and this gaff only sells veggie and vegan ****e, so I might have to drag her to Wtherspoons down the road.