It happens so many times a day, I catch myself coming to, right before I walk right into you;
Yes, you, whoever’s right in front of me, walking towards me, almost a victim of my daydreams, since reality is sometimes bores me.
I’m surely thinking of 5 to 10 other things, at any given time, give it time, I’ll find a way to weave them all together, and altogether I’ll make ’em rhyme.
My daydreams have always been a bit strong, but it was never a concern until I learned of a certain word:
‘Dissociation’, the extremes of one’s consciousness stream distorted by a purely imagined false reality, identity, or scene.
I don’t suffer from anything official of the sort, but it’s a bit eerie, the level of daydreams on a daily that I report;
If my mind could record, it would catch a few dozen memories distorted and replayed in the mix of impromptu imaginary screenplays.
I like the way this works, a vivid brain does not necessarily make me insane, but I get a little paranoid, hypochondriac style, when I realize reality is sometimes tapping its foot, waiting, saying “You and your immersive daydreams need to stop playin’.”
I’ve always loved the way my thoughts flow, and along with my imagination they put on a show; I also know that DID is all too real, a different league, and hope that those who suffer from it get the help they need. ❤ – RSM