You are never too old to have an imagination. This is something my mother ingrained in me since I was a lad. Now at 35 I find myself not daydreaming or playing out fantastical scenerios in my head nearly as much as I did when I was a young’in.
Having spent some time with my Nephew this morning - we went on a hike up a local mountain - and we were talking about The Lord of thr Rings. He is a huge fan - much to my praise - and we talked up and down that mountain about Minas Morgol, slaying the Balrog, who is human and who is not etc…etc… and I found myself utterly engulfed in what my nephew was saying, he was talking about the movies as if he were in them and I soon found myself being right there with him.
Then I got to thinking that that is one of the reasons I love the books and movies so much, because I can insert myself into any number of swashbuckling adventures and always come out on the otherside unscathed…
So my question is how often do you find yourself daydreaming aboout slaying dragons, or beating up the local bully, or capturing a falling maiden from a 57 story building??? How often do you dream of the impossible, or imporbable?
Constantly, but not always good stuff, like swashbuckling. I still find it endlessly fascinating, even when I’m playing out the results of a car wreck.
Not only do I play out scenarios in my head I often share with those around me to get their input. The best so far was how to survive a zombie attack at work. If zombies attack Sherwin Williams I got it handled.
I don’t know if my imaginary scenarios would qualify for fantastical, maybe just wildly hypothetical.
Usually hits when I do the dishes. I’ll think some odd random thought, say [stops to think a random thought] about the guy who sweeps the stoops. What if said guy finds a rare coin that someone inadvertently dropped? Would he pick it up?? Would he worry that it was a trap? And what if he did pick it up? What if it was right in front of someone’s door in such a way that it was pretty obvious that it belonged to the person that lived there? … blah blah blah blah blah. What’s really… weird… is that I can start with that scenario, and very clearly and logically progress to thinking about goats stampeding in Spain.
Odd.
As for fantasy situations, they almost always involve somehow getting rich doing whatever it is I am into at the moment (I say this because my passions change… astonishingly frequently) and being loved the world over for it. But that’s not all that interesting.
