Being a life long hard core daydreamer I've discovered, has advantages. But first, how did I become such a world class daydreamer? Well, it all started when I was a kid of about 11 or so. An uncle gave me a couple big boxes of things he cleaned out of his hunting/fishing camp. One of these contained an old wood cased radio. Not just any radio, but one with a short wave band, and it worked. I was fascinated with listening to foreign broadcasts late into the night, even though I couldn't understand them. Then there was radio traffic between barges on the Mississippi river just a few blocks from our house, and all the old radio programs that used to be on, some becoming TV shows later. About that time, dad gave me a box full of old National geographic maps of places all over the world. I couldn't get enough looking at those maps showing deserts, mountain ranges and vast unexplored areas. In my imagination, I planned all sorts of expeditions to the jungles, deserts and mountain ranges shown on those maps. But, what would I take on those trips? That's where those other boxes came in. One box was over flowing with old Popular Mechanic type publications, most dating back from the 1920-1940's. The other box was brim full of old outdoor catalogs and magazines. Corcoran and L.L.Bean catalogs showing old camping gear, clothing, guns, outboard motors, canoes, fishing gear etc. And old sports afield, outdoor life and field and stream issues, all dating from the 1920's through the 1940's, also with ads for more boats etc. So, those winter evenings found me in my room, my radio tuned to some far away station, maps spread open on my bed, while I "shopped" the pages of old catalogs for all the equipment I would need for whatever imaginary expedition I was planning. Shopping the pages of old catalogs became a habit that is still with me. When I open my 1922 Montgomery Wards or 1925 Sears catalog, I think "what if I bought a farm in 1922 or 1925? What would I need? Then, I furnish my imaginary farm with everything necessary. What are the advantages of all this? It's a great way to pass the time, learn about antiques and help keep ones memory sharp. I thank my uncle Bob, for helping me stay somewhat sane in an insane world.
Thanks, Ike, that was great! Sounds like your Uncle Bob recycled his dreams, when he gave them to you!
Maybe all my pins on Pinterest count as daydreams. I've been so many places and foods and projects in the many years I've been on it. I just like looking at them.
My daydreaming is usually the event when I had won the lotto jackpot. It's quite funny but when I buy a lotto ticket, I wait for some time before I check on the winning numbers, say a week or 2. That period of waiting gives me the luxury of daydreaming, what to do when I get the jackpot. It's nice to think of owning a farm where we can set up everything we wanted like a small house with a large terrace in lieu of a living room, fruit trees everywhere, a vegetable garden in the backyard, and some other things that I could dream of. Sometimes I would daydream of my civic spirit in the works like conducting a feeding program in the poorer side of town, donating something useful to organizations or to the community. Not forget that there are lots of people I know who may need financial assistance and who are worthy of my help. How about sponsoring an athletic competition or maybe a singing contest just to have fun in the community? My daydreaming has a wide repertoire and I usually daydream when I am driving alone and stuck in heavy traffic.