A voice has lulled me into comfort so that I take off and
am only half conscious of my surroundings. A sight, sound or word has sent
me from reality into a world totally my own. It’s a connection with the
subconscious which is almost intangible but controllable. It can cause
irritation in those around us. It is dream-like. It’s entirely
possible to be snapped back to reality sharply (being nearly hit by a
car, someone shouting) and forget what I'm thinking about entirely. Sometimes I’m forming a new narrative based on
what I’d like to happen. Sometimes I’m
just in my own place. I'm daydreaming.
Listening to poetry can cause me to slip into a semi-hynotic
state, the rhythms and cadences drawing me out of reality. That’s perhaps why I
enjoy watching people read it at Dead Good Poetry meetings and don’t really
write or perform poetry really. It activates that part of my mind which sits
with daydreaming. Soothing, comforting. Escaping.
I do write, and find that daydreaming can help with this. I
slip into a state where I can almost see what I’m writing and it happens in
front of me, telling me what happens next.
Reality can be fascinating, but it can’t always
keep me there. Excuse me if I slip off, it’s nothing personal, I’m just
somewhere else for a little while. Hopefully in my writing I can take you with
me.