Daydreaming

“Married or unmarried, young or old, poet or worker, you are still a dreamer, and will one time know, and feel, that your life is but a dream.”–Donald G. Mitchell

Somewhere, someplace inside of our mind we suspect that we are not solid and permanent.  There’s a suspicion that we’re living in some sort of dreamworld.  Generally, this idea doesn’t stay with us for more than a few moments.  We then refocus upon “reality”.  These feelings of the fluidity of reality are most common when our minds are idle.  When we’re daydreaming.

How often do you daydream?  Is it just the act of spacing out?  Is it just your monkey mind slowing down from the jumble of life and analysis?  What are the predominant objects of your daydreams?  Do you spin fantasies about worst case scenarios?

“Take everything easy and quit dreaming and brooding and you will be well guarded from a thousand evils.”–Amy Lowell

Some daydreams are commonly known as worries.  How much do you worry?  Do your most dire daydreams ever come true?  Have any of those daydreams ever come halfway true?  If you’re at all like me, the terror of such daydreams far surpasses reality.

“I am accustomed to sleep and in my dreams to imagine the same things that lunatics imagine when awake.”–Rene Descartes

Descartes alleged that he thought therefore he was.  Did he also believe he dreamt therefore he slept?  I wonder what concepts he imagined during his daydreams?  I can imagine many of the daydream plots conjured up by historical figures.

Alexander The Great’s dreams of surpassing the accomplishments of Achilles took over his imagination.  His daydreams likely included conquest of the most grand empires that existed beyond the mountains at the edge of the known world.

The dreams of Samuel Langhorne Clemens are easy to see.  Just crack open one of the Mark Twain books to visualize them for yourself.

The daydreams of someone like Albert Einstein or Stephen Hawking are likely beyond any concepts I can imagine.  I think of Dr. Hawking in daydreaming mode manifesting his thoughts as galaxies and black holes with images and concepts expressed in the language of complex math.

“I stand for freedom of expression, doing what you believe in, and going after your dreams.”–Madonna Ciccone

 

We love to daydream whenever we get the chance.  We might have visions of an artform like painting or music.  The artists of merit and fame followed their daydreams and gave little heed to the naysayers who were merely jealous of imagination and creativity.

While I have yet to be a famous person and have little desire nor chance of becoming a public icon, I have followed to many of the places my daydreams have shown me.  The dreams may have manifested in the work I’ve done or locales I’ve visited as a tourist.

I often wonder what goes on inside the minds of people I see on the street.  I extrapolate experiences of friends and acquaintences.  These imaginings go into short stories published as a scattered number of  blog posts at this site.

“I was always a dreamer, in childhood especially. People thought I was a little strange.”–Charley Pride

I was very fortunate to spend my boyhood in a mostly rural setting.  I remember lazy summer afternoons in the countryside with my brother or my best friend staring up at the sky sharing our daydreams.  I remember one night with my best friend, John, laying in our sleeping bags looking at the clusters of brilliant stars.  We contemplated and wondered about the edge of the universe.  We wondered if there even was an edge to infinity.

I feel sorry for any girl or boy who has no access to wide open countryside and skies on slow summer afternoons and evenings.  I am thankful that I could pretend to be Tom Sawyer lazing under a shade tree by a creek.  I was happy I could explore what it means to be me while letting go of my concept of me all the while, stretched out on top of a haystack. My mind tried to make sense out of the shapes of the clouds in the sky.

I think I’m daydreaming right now.

Ciao

The Blue Jay of Happiness quotes Khalil Gibran, “The most pitiful among men is he who turns his dreams into silver and gold.”

About swabby429

An eclectic guy who likes to observe the world around him and comment about those observations.
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