I found this site through a Yahoo article.
I've been a dreamer since my early school years. My childhood wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst childhood. My mother could build you up one minute and tear you down the next moment. My father was a workaholic. My brother escaped to his friend's home. I escaped to my room reading books and living in a dream world. My family was four people that lived under the same roof.
My daydreams were not magical fantasy lands. I daydreamed about mundane everyday life with different twists or endings. My daydreams would have somebody coming to my rescue, give me a happy ending and make all my wishes come true.
My life outside my home was normal. I had friends, went on dates and eventually got married.
I've been married to the same man for over 20 years, my entire adult life. I have a large family. I'm content, but I still day dream. I've had the same starring cast of characters from my childhood. I've added and removed minor characters through changes in the story line. They've grown with me, developed their own lives and live in my imagination.
Daydreaming is my guilty pleasure. I haven't ever mentioned it to a soul. When my life gets stressful I will escape to my dream world. I will pick an activity that nobody will bother me and dream. (Have you noticed when it's time to clean everybody disappears?)
There are some people who drink, play video games or take drugs to escape. I daydream.
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