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I cant do it either. It's why i find books boring and cant draw for toffee, especially animals/people/faces etc. When i think about something, i remember features about it,but i cant visualise it like that. The only time i do manage to visualise anything is if i realise i'm half asleep and starting to dream. Doesnt happen often though.

That is interesting - I remember (because my mum still has the painting lol) at school we were asked to paint a Kingfisher a few days after a trip where we'd seen some - which most of us had no problem doing - one kid was really struggling - he could describe it in words as in what colours and facts when asked but just couldn't put anything on paper - and the teacher was just berating him for not trying hard enough.
 
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Yeah I can picture anything I like within my mind. It's hard to describe and I don't know exactly where the image is being seen.

I can also feel, smell and taste anything I want through imagination. Orgasms and chocolate...i can feel and taste both in my mind.

I can also play entire songs inside my head if I've heard them before. I can hear every instrument, voice and sound as if someone had clicked play on an internal mp3 player. The same goes for videos and images. I can bring them up and look at them if I want to.

I thought all this was normal tbh
 
I would definitely say imagination is improved the more you read as far as picturing characters and setting goes. My genre of choice is high/epic fantasy and i find it far more natural to visualise the books i read now than when i first started reading heavily.

Same. Just started reading The Dragonbone Chair: Memory, Sorrow & Thorn Book 1 by Tad Williams.
 
Complex one - if someone asked me about the windows in my house as per the video I can visualise them one by one in my head with a pretty fuzzy perception of each image wise like a fading dream. Visualising a beach at first pretty much nothing but after a couple of minutes I start to fill in the blanks and again have an "image" of a beach kind of like a fading dream not like looking at a photograph.

Sounds like me. I'm not sure if I'm visualising a beach per se. I might be interpreting the concept of a beach after adding details. I'm aware that the beach I'm thinking of is made of small damp pebbles, the water is a flat greenish grey with slight choppiness and it's cold and breezy. It's made from my memories of Sheerness, but for some reason it has far less mud than the real one. And I'm not sure if the beach at Sheerness actually is pebbles. But anyway, that's uncertain memory about details. As to the imaginining of it...am I visualising the beach and interpreting the image or interpreting the idea and details? I think it's the latter, but I'm not sure. It's too nebulous.

I'm OK with recognising faces, but I'm crap at attaching names to them. I'm also crap at recognising changed faces. Show me a photo of a person taken a few years earlier with different hairstyle and I'm never 100% sure it's the same person. Almost, but not quite. Sometimes not at all, if they've changed more than a little.

I cant do it either. It's why i find books boring and cant draw for toffee, especially animals/people/faces etc. When i think about something, i remember features about it,but i cant visualise it like that. The only time i do manage to visualise anything is if i realise i'm half asleep and starting to dream. Doesnt happen often though.

I can't draw either, but I don't know if it's related. I enjoy reading, though. I don't "see" what's happening as if it was a film or reality, but I understand it in the same way. Vision is interpreted to understand what's being seen - I'm skipping the visual part. It doesn't seem to matter to me.

Dreams...come to think of it, that's odd. The dreams I remember are often entirely visual. Or am I only interpreting them as such afterwards? I'm not sure.
 
Sheerness

From my memories Sheerness is mostly muddy though I've only been twice a long time ago - the mention of it though I've got a fair visual recall of the bridge over to Sheppey (well mostly the cars waiting to cross) and the water/shoreline each side to the Island.

EDIT: Actually most of its pebbly from a quick look on google maps just the one bit we visited is muddy heh.
 
Great thread!

At work atm so haven't been able to watch the video, but I know I've never had an issue imagining/picturing things.

It's how I get to sleep most nights. I think of some random object or person and just let my mind built a world and a narrative around it/them. It goes off on some really weird tangents and that's when I know (to the best of my abilities in that state) that I'm about to drop off, presumably because my subconscious is slowly taking over.

However, I wouldn't say I was a creative person. I can draw OK, but not from memory and I'd have a hard time translating my thoughts and imaginings into a nice, descriptive, cohesive piece of creative writing.
 
From my memories Sheerness is mostly muddy though I've only been twice a long time ago - the mention of it though I've got a fair visual recall of the bridge over to Sheppey (well mostly the cars waiting to cross) and the water/shoreline each side to the Island.

EDIT: Actually most of its pebbly from a quick look on google maps just the one bit we visited is muddy heh.

I think it depends on the tide - that area has a huge tidal variation in coastline and there can be miles (literally miles) of mud at low tide but none at high tide.

There's a huge amount of unexploded explosives off the coast near Sheerness. A large ship full of them sank in WW2 and nobody found a reasonably safe way to deal with it so it's been left there. Thousands of tonnes of explosives. I had no idea it was there when I was a boy playing there. I only found out last year.
 
I think it depends on the tide - that area has a huge tidal variation in coastline and there can be miles (literally miles) of mud at low tide but none at high tide.

There's a huge amount of unexploded explosives off the coast near Sheerness. A large ship full of them sank in WW2 and nobody found a reasonably safe way to deal with it so it's been left there. Thousands of tonnes of explosives. I had no idea it was there when I was a boy playing there. I only found out last year.

Yeah someone we know who used to live there was telling me about that - IIRC theoretically if it exploded a wave of around 2m higher or something would reach the shoreline like a mini tsunami.

Makes sense with my memories about the tides and mud.
 
I can think about it but I can't see it as if I was sat there on the beach as I would if I had VR googles on, for example.
 
I think I have imagination overload. I don't just imagine the beach. I imagine the drink I am supping, the nubile young woman sunning herself nude in front of me, and the sound of Club Tropicana playing off in the distance.
 
I have never once seen something that wasn't right there physically in front of my eyes.

When you imagine counting sheep, do you literally see the sheep jumping over a fence? It's not just a metaphor for counting up until you fall asleep?

This might explain why I find reading books so dull. When something is described I just get a list of facts about the place. Do others see a real image of the place/object being built up as the description continues?
lol wtf - really?!

I'm actually boggled as to how your mind works! :p
 
How do you think I feel? I just found out 98% of the world are hallucinating all the time! You're all nuts and I'm one of the few normal ones!
Haha maybe :)

Surely it's all based on past experiences / sights. When I thought of the beach, my mind recalled an imaginary beach very similar to one I've actually been too.
 
No, I can't visualise anything I've seen before or anything new.

I never see anything that isn't physically there.
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Man, that is something I cannot get my head around - how interesting that people can think so differently.

I recently read a Lovecraft story called the White Ship. It's very short and I'm sure you can find it online. A large part of it is describing other worlds - that's what I love about it... imagining it. There's this short passage describing the fish in the rivers that pass through the land and it just takes me there. If you can't imagine it, I can't see you getting any enjoyment out of it.
 
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