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Showing posts with label Fairies daydreaming snap out of it for gots sake I asked you a question. What was that I didn't hear you there? I just missed a whole conversation there again.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fairies daydreaming snap out of it for gots sake I asked you a question. What was that I didn't hear you there? I just missed a whole conversation there again.. Show all posts

Friday, 25 May 2012

Away with the fairies again...


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.