/dr/ - Dreams

I maladaptively daydream about my favorite characters at the time. I feel much better inside my head than being present in reality. It's where i truly feel accepted, no matter what.

>>912
I daydream that I'm not a loser. But then start to feel depressed when I struggle so hard to ever get out of the slump I'm currently in. Life is suffering right now and I just want a small quality boost.

>>913 (my reply)

I wanted to mention that daydreaming is a very comforting experience that I've been doing since I was a little kid. I'd make up friends who enjoyed my presence, or a person who could love me for me, and create the perfect scenarios where real world hinderances couldn't reach.

It's somewhat stereotypical… but the world of floating islands, sky whales, colors the human eyes can't see, vast plains and endless amounts of ocean all tweaked to absolute perfection is infinitely times better than real life. This is where I prefer to be whenever I don't have normal human things to do.

Everything in a daydream setting is perfectly controlled, absolutely safe and nothing can go wrong unless you make it so. It's why I love it so much. Whenever everything in real life becomes too much to handle, a softer and gentler world is waiting for me on the inside.

And when I'm ready, I can come back out again.

>>915
>>916
I can relate to these in a way, but it's still a bit different for me. Most of the time I daydream not in order to run away from from reality, but in order to recreate and alter it in my own consciousness. I've tried doing a lot of things in my life but I've never been able to overcome reality's boredom and bleakness. Maybe I'm a coward for not trying something truly life-changing, but the fact is: life sucks. Daydreaming, even though for me it's usually substanceless, helps me to concetrate on my true vision and desires, chaotic and eminent, even when they are incompatiable with reality. So, in a way, for me it's also a part of self-reflection.

>>912
I generally daydream about saving my crush from a terrorist or my school from a shooting or something. Like a really badass, Pulp Fiction-esque, "do you hear me mothafucker" beatdown. Then I'm the hero. Shit like this doesn't happen IRL all that often so it's nice to daydream. When I can, I'll carry a butterfly knife and pepper spray so that if I'm walking with friends and we do get mugged, I can do some tricks to intimidate the guy and then pepper spray him down (i dont wanna stab anyone, epecially not just to look cool).