Author Cindy Tian
I love daydreaming; I just do. Whether it is about the people I love, the book I like, or literally anything, I can lay out a full plot in those daydreams. They’re awesome and much more favorable than the mundane world I live in now. Anything can happen when I will them. I can finally be the main protagonist in the story. I don’t want to stop. No, I just want to live in that world forever.
But no, those stupid grown-ups have to make me stop. They said that this was something called Maladaptive daydreaming and that I needed to stop. Why should I? When there’s a whole new world of possibilities waiting for me to explore every inch of the soil? Who cares about those annoying homework and tests? I only have one life. Can’t they see that?? I have to enjoy this life and not torture myself with stressful tasks I don’t like, right?
But no, specialists came to talk to me, asking me weird questions. They all look at me with that useless sympathy on their faces. WHAT? Can’t they see that I’m living in a perfect world happily? They must be blind, or else if they truly pity me, they wouldn’t try to pull me out of this world by force.
Nay! They don’t care in the least bit for me. They are all false people, all of them the antagonist against me, the only protagonist. I shall need a trusted mentor and a trustworthy weapon. I need Gandalf. How do I persuade him to come to help me? I can help him in the quest for the Ring, and then perhaps he will help me in the name of a friend. I shall also find Natasha the Black Widow, asking her to teach me the ways of hand-to-hand combat; Sergeant Barns the Winter Soldier the ways of the sniper; Hawkeye the ways of archery; and then go Wakanda for some nice weapons……
Someone was shaking me, as someone always did. Why can’t they just leave me in my quest to arm myself? Of course, I would record this splendid journey and then pass it on to my friends or children.
Ah…how I miss my classmates. My dearest brothers and sisters…Avery, David P, Landon (bless your heart old man XD), London, Luke, Nate, Nat, Reo, RA, Emmy…perhaps even Pate. Those boys, oh, they sure love The Art of War too much. And my sisters, the sweetest and prettiest in the US. And, of course, there is Dr. Mac with his cute Coco and Benny. Sure! I’ll add them to my perfect world. They love Gandalf, of course, and the Avengers. Well, I’ll have to give those boys some nice mustaches and watch them compare. Now they can train to be like Navy SEALS.
I mostly go into my perfect world at night, and although they trouble my sleep, it made no matter. Daydreaming and dreaming are the same things to me. Daydreams are even better since I can control anything in it. Humans’ imaginations are awesome. That is one thing I love out of all creation. When I’m in school, I sometimes continue on the words I already started, or I create a whole new one and plan to type them all down and publish them. After all, who wouldn’t want to read a story of an imagined fantasy world?
I go to school with a full school pack and an empty brain. I come home with a brain full of new ideas for my worlds. Dr. Strange told me the dreams that I’m having in this universe could be the reality for me in another universe. Dose daydreams count? I guess I’ll have to ask him the next time I see him. I think Steve would agree with me since he daydreams about Christine all the time. Well, I think it is time for me to check on the world with Vivian, William, and Sirius Black…