Well, I feel as though I would have used the same pattern description if I’d dreamt of doing the same thing blindfolded, so to me it’s definitely not a visual experience. But describing a pool full of naked people, I wouldn’t have known this without having had some sense of seeing them (or touching, I suppose), but what I would be able to recall was that bare (!) fact: there were many naked people. I might be able to say that there were probably twice as many people under thirty than there were over it. But I couldn’t give you hair color, skin tones, approximate sizes, etc, unless something in the dream called attention to it.
I could tell you that they were Berol Mirado 174 #2 pencils, and I do recognize those by sight, even though they haven’t been made for decades. But the association for them would be more about how they write, and about my dwindling hoard of them from a college summer job at the Berol factory. While I recognize their particular shade of yellow body, pink eraser, silver writing, and gold-with-red-brown tip, I could not call that to mind, and can only give you that “gold-with-red-brown” description because there’s one in front of me. But it would be crystal-clear to me (metaphorically!) that they were Berol Mirado 174’s. If they were some other type, I could probably only tell you that they were not this favorite brand of mine.
Thanks! I probably should have made it clear that this was synthetic. I very rarely remember my dreams past noon. This is the types of dreams I often have; I’m quite sure my long-suffering wife would recognize the style of recounting, although this instance does not include more typical digressions and corrections.
It’s very odd at times to be married to her, who is at the opposite end of the spectrum from me, closer to hyperphantasiac. The dreams she remembers tend to the mundane. She is befuddled when my daughter and I recall our much more bizarre dreams. But when asked, “have you seen that red phone charger”, she can very quickly recall, “Yes, I saw it last Tuesday afternoon, on the shelf in the hall closet, mostly hidden behind the dustbuster.” She has a photorealistic mental image of the closet at that point. For me, it’s much more likely to be, “Oh, damn, I know I saw it last week sometime. But sorry, I can’t remember where.”