Daydreaming isn’t necessarily your problem, the way you look at it might be.
I have a daydreaming problem. When I’m on my own and I have nobody to talk to, I daydream. The quirky part of my daydreaming is that I need an object to inspire me.
As a child, this was a bad and weird habit. I’d never play with playsets like “normal” children do. Instead, I’d take the horses out of a farm playset and take off into my own world with them. I’d take the wolf out of my brother’s Action Man playset, and make off with that. I didn’t play with a playset as a whole, I would take one toy from the set and create my own imaginary landscape. The duck-shaped pencil sharpener that my Nan kept in her utility bowl was a firm favourite, and I can still remember the imaginary pond that I imagined the (now very much a real!!) duck was swimming on. In my mind, I saw an hourglass-shaped pond with benches and a footpath, and I was right there again, feeding the ducks with my mother and grandmother, doing something I remembered that I loved.
As I grew, I maintained this child-like wonder. Mainly, I loved playing with water. For me, water could be so many things; it could be a soup, a witch’s brew or some secret multi-component truth serum (I’d stolen the dog’s Metacam syringe for that one – mother was not amused!). My child-like sense of wonder has always stayed with me and, even today, I still slip into my own world when I’m around water.
My capability to imagine and my lack of confidence as a child led my mother to believe that I may be autistic. Indeed, she wasn’t the only one, and a few other professionals suggested it, too. However, my paediatrician was not convinced, so a formal diagnosis was never pursued. If I was autistic, then I was also one of the ones who had slipped the net.
Today, you would never believe that I was once shy. I’m outgoing, bubbly, and never short of conversation or people to talk to! I’m witty and cheeky and show no signs of autism at all. In fact, when I was screened for Asperger’s Syndrome, I scored 14 of the necessary 32 points for a diagnosis – I’m quirky, creative, and I have anxiety, but I’m not autistic in the least! What I am, is an imaginative HSP.
One cold winter’s day in my early thirties, I observed the odd behaviour in myself and decided that it had to go. No more playfulness, no more creativity and no more imagination, I decided; it was all serious, real-world stuff from here on out. Time to grow up!
I lasted four days and made myself incredibly depressed and anxious in the process.
Whenever there was a chance to imagine or a chance to play, I’d simply deny myself, remove the stimuli and carry on. Until…
After a bottle of ramune, I was left with the small green plunger/opener on my table. Without thinking, I picked it up and started twiddling it between my fingers. Just like that, off I went.
Within seconds, it was a cool little green table in a tiny house. It could be a removable, anti-theft steering wheel for a car, or a removable anti-theft start button for an electric engine, with three pins that prevent a start-up without them. It could also be a wheel cap of some sort.
Then that got me thinking…
Say it was a wheel cap with three little legs that folded out from underneath… suddenly it could become a stool.
Say it was a wheel cap stool on a trailer. That meant 2-4 wheel caps, 2-4 stools.
Awesome! But what would this trailer do?
That had me thinking about fold-down parts and what’s underneath: Let’s say the sides could be folded out to create two separate areas – that’s worktop space and a counter for serving. There could also be a fridge, a sink, a 2-ring cooker and some cupboards in the trailer that are built into the sides. Suddenly, I was going somewhere with my idea – no longer was this bottle cap just a bottle cap. Now, it had inspired a whole portable kitchen!
Sure, I hadn’t achieved much in the way of the journal entry that I was supposed to be writing, but maybe I’d come up with something worthy of Dragon’s Den instead? Perhaps I could put Gordon Ramsay’s Hell On Wheels rig to shame? Okay, so that was ambitious!
So you see, when you let your mind roam, when you stop thinking literally and start thinking creatively, the possibilities are endless. When you start daydreaming, you begin to see the possible in the every day. There’s just no telling what you may come up with!
Plastic bottles have inspired me to think less of plastic pollution, and more for use to make life-saving rafts in flooded regions.
Washing up coffee mugs has made me think of multi-level water purification systems for third-world countries.
So you see? When you let your mind go, there is no telling what you can come up with.
So I encourage you to go roam and explore the items around you. Let your mind see in ways you have never seen before, see your world through the eyes of a child and ponder in ways which you have never considered. Then, when you are done daydreaming, come back here and tell me…
What did you discover today?