The Day Dreamer

I wish I was a professional dreamer.

Yeah. A person whose job is to consciously dream. Does that even exist? You kinda hear all those new dope jobs springing up everywhere in the world now and just in case being a professional dreamer is one of those that have sprung up, well then...I just HAVE to say that could be the DOPEst job ever. If I found out my next life would be having that job. I'd gladly commit suicide in a second.

But of course I have no way of knowing what I would be next time around. Not yet.

I love daydreaming. That's probably my worst vice ever (after that, is extreme gluttony of course). Escaping reality whenever I want to. A lot of people have scolded me for doing so. And it has gotten me in some memorable troubles in my life, too. People would keep on telling me that dreaming pointlessly is just a pathetic form of escape and won't get you anywhere unless you take up that dream and make it into a reality.

I listen to them but at the back of my head I'm saying, "Fuck off. You don't need to make every thing in my life be so goddamn serious."

Daydreaming is amazing. It's the greatest ability any human in the world has. In 10 minutes, you can live out a parallel life, a destiny probably so far off it's only possible in your imagination. And that's what I love about daydreaming. Everything is possible. You could be anything you want. The choices are limitless. Isn't that just fucking great?

I've daydreamed about countless of things of course. For my 21 years, I have been a bird, a martian, an egyptian priestess, a rock, a kick ass novelist kicking the ass of that-novelist-who-created-gay-harry-potter (for the record, I do read harry potter THEN), a pilot, an archeologist with an IQ of 400, a mathematician, a fish who can sing, a fish who can dance, a boy, a girl with small breasts, the mysterious lover of Beethoven, an anime, a flower. And so much more. I have been all those and knowing I still wake up every morning fills me with with great pleasure because I know that in every hour, a new life awaits me. In my own thoughts.

Now wouldn't it be great to do that all your life?

*photo taken form deviantart.com