Despite my posts that would seem to indicate otherwise, it’s been a while since I got in here without any notion of what I’d write. I’ve written a lot today, nano and otherwise, and it feels like maybe I don’t have anything left for Zebra Sounds. And yet…
I’ve been toying with a question-of-the-day post. Let’s try that. A while ago, I read this writing prompt that said, “Write your daydream.” Until then, I’d never given much thought to what I daydream. When I did – think about it, I mean – I was surprised to realize that my daydreams generally fit into one of three categories.
- Romantic. I know, me. Maybe the least romantic girl I know. And yet I dream chick lit. (See what happens when I come in here not knowing what my post is about. I get all revelatory and embarrassing.)
- Argumentative. Sometimes I daydream arguments. I take the arguments that get skirted in real life, and I have them in my head. In my head, I never worry about anyone’s feelings, or whether, when the argument’s done we’ll still be married or friends. In my daydreams, I’m ruthless.
- Revisionary. I am constantly rewriting life. In real life, things don’t happen the way I think they should. People don’t cooperate. I think they’re going to do or say one thing, and they go another way completely. In my daydreams, I right the wrongs. In my daydreams, you are all behaving just as you should and we’re all living happily ever after (see #1)… or we’re fighting. And you’re losing (see #2).
So, do you daydream? What about? Are any of you slaying dragons? I think I’ll start dreaming of that. Dragon Slaying… in my hot pink chick lit armour.
Wild
I dream I’m God. I make all the worldly decisions. Humanity’s fate is in my hands. There are good things: no terrorist, cease destruction of the rainforests, population control.
Then there is the questionable matter: The men all look like John Travolta and Johnny Depp. No one is accountable for how much chocolate they eat.
And I win the Nobel Peace Prize for something I did that was great. (Still yet to dream what that is)
In my loftier moments, I daydream that humanity will wake up and realize we’re all ONE.
But mostly, I daydream that some agent will request my full ms, read it, and say, “Why, this is absolutely brilliant!”
Other than that, I daydream about ways to lose weight without dieting or exercising. Oh, and winning the lottery … you know, practical stuff.
Tricia, Any day dream that involves THE SEXIEST MAN ALIVE is absolutely the right kind of daydream. Seriously. Mine need work. I think you should get the Nobel Peace Prize for inventing chocolate-proof butts – they keep they’re shape no matter what you eat. And then will do gravity-proof…
Hmmmm… I don’t know if you are a good influence on my daydreams…
Linda, In Tricia’s daydreams I’m pretty sure we’re hot without exercise or diet, because we’ve all had chocolate-proof butts installed. Let’s go there.
Daydreaming… such a wonderful thing. I am, by nature and name, a dreamer, so living in that realm of the impossible is so wonderful for me. I have considered alternate universes, where I live in a different way, made different decisions, kept relationships that I have lost here, and I often go to those places to see what my life could be like. I also dream about those that I would like to meet, or re-meet, and what that would look like.
Of course, there is some super hero stuff, just feeding my desire for importance: catching the guy who steals a purse; standing up to a bully; pulling someone from drowning in a river…
there are times that my daydreams turn dark too, and I think it is me trying to get in touch with my own insecurities, but in general, I’m going for happy, and attractive, and hero, and chocolate (and if I’m really in mode, it’s chocolate cheesecake with caramel drizzled on top… mmm, I can see it now).
J, I’ve never thought about categorizing my daydreams… that intrigues me… I think because I wake up to daydreams, and go to sleep with the same, it has always seemed that I exist in two realities all at the same time. It’s fun when the alternate reality and the current reality converge, when daydreams and life start to swirl together… kinda like getting your work published. There’s something so exciting and life giving about that.
Trying to think of where my dreams are taking me now… Oh yeah, that’s right… there we are… I love those dreams :-). Being with people I love, enjoying life, no limits…
Wouldn’t it be cool if you could visit someone else’s day dreams? Dream hopping. Then again, you don’t want just anyone crashing your dream, so maybe we’d have to make it an invite-only sort of thing. Like Google Wave.
TPM, Your dreams have cheesecake! If you send me an invite, I’ll be your superhero sidekick.
How could I turn down an invitation like that? And yes, invading (well, being welcome in) the dreams of others would be so fun.
So we must have superhero names and masks… no spandex though, unless you are a fan of that stuff :-)
I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair,
Borne like a vapor on the sweet summer air;
I see her tripping where the bright streams play,
Happy as the daisies that dance on her way.
Many were the wild notes her merry voice would pour,
Many were the blithe birds that warbled them o’er:
I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair,
Floating, like a vapor, on the soft summer air.
kid
oh, and flying a rocket ship to mars.
kid
I daydream about owning a space (a studio). I daydream about what it will look like and what typed of classes I will hold there. My daydream includes that idea that I will earn enough income from it that I can have classes when I want and they are full. Plus it is such a great space that other teachers (Yoga, Nia, preferably barefoot stuff) rent it for their classes. I dream so big that when I was at my White Belt Training, I bought a picture to hang at my studio.
I fantasize about winning the lotto —- BIG! And the FIRST thing I would do it take selected friends and family on a cruise. This is a re-occurring fantasy, I use it to fall alseep. (Actually it is the second thing, the first thing would be money for the twins). I don’t play the lotto.
I love reading everyone’s comments — and, of course, without your original ideas to get our minds going there wouldn’t be comments! I love that about you . . . I thought to myself ‘dang, I need to get a spark in my mind . . . I’ll go read Judy’s blog’ I have been asking myself what the he** I’ve been doing all day that I haven’t finished my work and after reading your post, I realized that I’ve been daydreaming! I wasn’t completely aware of it actually. I’ve been doing every chore I can to avoid my work, with my head in the clouds. I often daydream about exchanges that I will have with the people in my life . . . for whenever I get to see them (not often enough). Lately I’ve been daydreaming about a man from work (Oy! Tell me about it) . . . big, strapping guy (whatever strapping is supposed to mean, but it suits him) — not my type physically — but, brilliant and intriguing and inspiring (that’s the part I like most). It’s not entirely romantic — mostly I daydream that I’ll do something wonderful to impress him (yeah, like finish my dang work!). O.K., now I’m really going to get busy . . .
Hellooooo, Judy — TPM has a face and it’s a cute one :-) There probably are more things to daydream about ;-) hehe
I have a lot of “What would I do if…” moments all through the day. What would I do if I was 6′ 4″ tall?. What would I do if I could turn invisible?. What would I do if I could dunk a basketball?. What would I do if I was the “real” Batman?. You know, things that could really happen, not just fluffy daydreams! ha!
What usually happens in these “what would I do if” moments is that a jolt of realism hits and throws a whole new angle into the mix. It usually goes like this, “what would I do if I could really make a difference in something?”. Which turns into “well, why don’t I make a difference in something?”. Which turns into “well, I am going to make a difference in something “. Which, this is where the cool part comes, turns into actually making a difference in the “something” I choose (even if its just a little thing like buying a cup of coffee for a few people behind me in line). All because of a daydream! I always like how that happens!! it’s very cool!!
Hopefully I will have the “what would I do if I was standing next to a pumpkin pie the size of a swimming pool” moment tomorrow — it’s one of my favorites!
TPM, We’ll do something in cotton. In breathes better! ;-)
Kid, Jeanie, huh? Is she with you when you fly your rocket ship to mars? (Always so happy to see you here!)
Carey, Yes, I have those daydreams too. They fall under #1. I generally try to avoid the whole bodice ripping thing, but you know how those unruly daydreams can be. (And yes, TPM has a great face.)
Bobby, Whoever heard of making your daydreams into something that actually makes a difference? That’s madness. (And one more reason to love you.) Please give me your Starbucks schedule so I can stand in line behind you… Oh, and if you change the pumpkin pie to cheesecake and send me an invite, I’ll so invade your dream!
J, cotton works. After all, superhero stuff can cause one to work up a sweat.
Carey, my face is now matching the shade of my shirt :-)
It’s time to daydream more…
Oh, come on J, you must have daydreamed about being a novelist?About being a blogist? About being a cheesecakeologist? Believe me when I say all those items make a difference for many!
Seeee, not such “madness” after all!!
TPM, Exactly. We want to be comfortable when we’re saving the world. Can I wear the red cape?
Bobby, And I thought I had the corner on spin! Cheesecakeologist? In my daydream, I wear a lab coat, and I have a spatula hanging around my neck where lesser mortals might have a stethoscope…
See? I’m a quick study.
I’m seeing you in the cape, hands clenched in fists fitly situated at your hips, and you looking off into the distance – it’s a big world to save… where to start?
Maybe I should be your sidekick… I can be comfortable in the sidecar :-)