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i remember telling my dad i dream in words when i was probably 7 or 8 and he looked at me like he should've drowned me in the tub. I never knew there was a word for this.
he was an artist of many sorts so what i said just made no sense whatsoever to him.
that isn't the case anymore but when I was a kid most of what i could visualize was just words and such, which really helped me with math and spelling, but i was terrible with art. I could copy what my dad drew if i saw him do it line by line but that was it.. i could never draw on my own because i could never visualize things.
that changed at some point around middle school or high school i guess.. could be weed-smoking related, dunno. I do recall annoying the fuck out of my friends when we smoked weed because I would see this grid of blue dots in my field of vision a lot, whether my eyes were open or closed and it just amazed me.