I daydream. A lot.
Sometimes I'll "wake up" from a day dream only to find that I've arrived at a destination that took me two hours-and I don't even remember the trip. And sometimes, the dream will be so real that I feel the same emotions in real life that I did in the dream.
I've won $10 million and paid off all of my bills completely. I've put money away for my niece to go to college and bought my sister a house. I've sent another sister to art school and given her money to travel. Friends have gotten new cars or vacations and I have traveled the world. The people I love did not want for anything.
Once I met Ben Affleck at a night club for $50. Not many people showed up so I was able to talk with him one on one. Though I wasn't as smitten with him as I thought I would be, I was still excited to have spoken with him and asked if I could take a picture with him. He obliged but when it was time, my camera wouldn't work. Seeing how upset I was, Ben took his high tech camera phone out and told them to "use this". When we had the photo, he asked for my phone number and sent me the picture from his phone. Years later when It was time to renew my cell contract, I didn't want to give up my phone, because it had Ben's number on it.
Did you know I catered back stage at a concert for John Mayer? I did, and after it was over he came over to thank me for the wonderful food. I asked him what his favorite thing was that I made and he told me he liked it all. Then he asked what song of his was my favorite and I told him that I like most of them but one in particular always makes me choke up when I sing it. For some reason that really touched him, and he asked me out for a drink. After hours of talking and laughing, we decided to keep in touch and eventually we fell in love. It was hard to have a normal life because of his schedule, but we made it work and had 2 children and a dog. When he told the story of how we met, he never failed to tell them that he liked everything of mine, but I only liked "most" of his. We smile at each other and he kisses my forehead and continues to mingle. We're very happy and I don't want him to leave again.
It's not that I want any of these things to happen-though I don't think I would turn them down. I just have an overactive imagination and when something realistic pops into my head (playing the lottery, attending a political rally hosted by Ben or thinking about which of his songs John Mayer likes the best) I expand them into stories without even trying.
...And Waking Up Is The Hardest Part