What Do You Daydream About?

When I read biographies, I tend to daydream about doing my own thing in that field.. Biography on a musician, or a director. Watching a great movie will exponentially activate my imagination (which never seems to stop) as well, and although I could simply imagine all the great stuff, and I do, I try to envision conflicts to make it seem more real. I'll do some reading, pause, daydream, and go back to the book for more inspiration.

Daydream as in re-living a beautiful moment in the past. It's like entering a different zone and not acknowledging the present.

In the present are videos of my family on YouTube that are embarrassing and degrading...and that I did not put there. In a daydream all of that useless dribble disappears.

In my daydreaming I recall my best friend Cathy who I knew as a child and a teenager. She visited me a week before she died in her sleep. I had not seen her since we were in our teens. She came to say goodbye.

When I daydream she is by my side running through fields with those strange people we knew as a cult. Somehow our friendship ruled over everything. It's memories are innocent and our meeting in this life is timeless . It's part of the past...but in daydreaming it feels relevant as the present.

In daydreaming I am taken back to childhood footsteps through the hills of West Virginia and the games we played in the woods and under an open sky.

Mostly finding rare allocated bourbons when I hunt for them.

Atavachron wrote: ^ Mmm, yes, I can see daydreaming about scarce liquors.   Lately for me it's been Calvados.

dr wu23 wrote: Atavachron wrote: ^ Mmm, yes, I can see daydreaming about scarce liquors.   Lately for me it's been Calvados. Can you recommend a bottle....a particular brand?

I am not a Calvados expert, nor even an 'apple brandy' one, but of what I've bought online, these were very nice --

Sometimes I daydream about my first wife ( RIP) who was born to a family of witches. I was unaware of this when we married. Imo..we were too young to take life seriously. I was 18 and she was 15.

Her and I listened to music together. We listened to Van Der Graaf Generator, GONG, Hawkwind, Guru Guru, Popol Vuh, Daevid Allen, Anthony Phillips, Hatfield and the North, Robert Wyatt everyday in our house.

For a while she traveled with me and ran the light show for our band. She somehow got involved with a cult. The same cult that was interrogated by detectives for the ritual sacrifice of Mike Newell at Menantico Ponds. Although he clearly wanted to die this way...Police and witnesses thought that he was cultivated/trained to do it.

My first wife became involved with this cult and experienced ritual abuse. She was in and out of Ancora Psychiatric Hospital for years until eventually she took her own life.

She seemed to have multiple personalities. She loved Daevid Allen and Robert Calvert lyrics. She was really interesting that way. Sometimes I daydream about our experiences together. Like holding hands and running through the fields.

The people around us were into Black magic or i call dark magic...however they also believed in Jesus. They worshipped God in the day and Satan in the night. It was all about dualism. They acted like they had multiple personalities. Certainly my wife did at times. She tried to stick with Christianity , but she wasn't able to follow one belief system. Sometimes I daydream about the time we spent together. Memories of our life experiences. It's difficult for me to believe that she's dead.

I have stopped to daydream since 2017, as a pensionado on a tropical island, now playing guitar, making pictures in nature from hummingbirds, snorkling between octopusses, turtles and rays, visit fish restaurants on the beaches with my wife, and listen to prog in the late evening, or watch in on YouTube, ajo, paso bon, biba dushi!

^ Quite often it has felt like, to quote Poe, all that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

Logan wrote: While I think it important to try to live in the moment, I often find myself in [my perception of] the past. And then I almost feel like if I could hold onto it, I'd get back there. I don't really believe that I could, but in those moments it feels almost possible.

Edited by moshkito - April 06 2024 at 18:04