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Sometimes I feel and experience things as I did when I was a child.
I can be greatly moved by eloquent or poetic language.
While watching a movie, a T.V. show, or a play, I may become so involved that I forgot about myself and my surroundings, and experience the story as if it were real and as if I were taking part in it.
If I stare at a picture and then look away from it, I can sometimes “see” an image of the picture, almost as if I were still looking at it.
Sometimes I feel as if my mind could envelop the whole world.
I like to watch cloud shapes change in the sky.
If I wish I can imagine (or daydream) some things so vividly that it’s like watching a good movie or hearing a good story.
I think I really know what some people mean when they talk about mystical experiences.
I sometimes “step outside” my usual self and experience a completely different state of being.
Textures—such as wool, sand, wood—sometimes remind me of colors or music.
Sometimes I experience things as if they were doubly real.
When I listen to music I can get so caught up in it that I don’t notice anything else.
If I wish I can imagine that my body is so heavy that I cannot move it.
I can often somehow sense the presence of another person before I actually see or hear her/him.
The crackle and flames of a wood fire stimulate my imagination.
Sometimes I am so immersed in nature or in art that I feel as if my whole state of consciousness has somehow been temporarily changed.
Different colors have distinctive and special meanings for me.
I can so completely wander off into my own thoughts while doing a routine task that I actually forget that I am doing the task and find a few minutes later that I have finished it.
I can sometimes recall certain past experiences in my life so clearly and vividly that it is like living them again, or almost so.
Things that might seem meaningless to others often make sense to me.
If I acted in a play I think I would really feel the emotions of the character and “become” that person for the time being, forgetting both myself and the audience.
My thoughts often occur as visual images rather than as words.
I am often delighted by small things (like the colors in soap bubbles and the five-pointed star shape that appears when you cut an apple across the core).
When listening to organ music or other powerful music, I sometimes feel as if I am being lifted into the air.
Sometimes I can change noise into music by the way I listen to it.
Some of my most vivid memories are called up by scents and smells.
Some music reminds me of pictures or changing patterns of color.
I often know what someone is going to say before he or she says it.
I often have “physical memories”; for example, after I’ve been swimming I may feel as if I’m still in the water.
The sound of a voice can be so fascinating to me that I can just go on listening to it.
At times I somehow feel the presence of someone who is not physically there.
Sometimes thoughts and images come to me without any effort on my part.
I find that different smells have different colors.
I can be deeply moved by a sunset.
