During this time of quarantine, I have daydreamed way more than I normally would.
When I daydream, I go to a world that doesn’t exist (like most people do), a world where I’m living the life I conjured in my dreams and previous daydream sessions. It’s like Keeping Up with the Kardashians — just when you think there’s going to be a series finale, the show keeps going.
I hope all of that makes sense.
I go to a world where I live in an apartment off-campus during my final year of college, and I live with roommates I hardly have any problems with. There wouldn’t be an issue finding someone to sublease when it comes time for me to graduate.
At this point, I like to daydream about walking across the stage. I know nothing will truly be the same when the world comes out of this Pandemic, at least for a while.
I like to dream that I live in a really nice studio apartment that is either in walking distance from my job or in a low-populated area a short drive away from my job. As long as I have easy access to trees and nature and hiking trails, the city I live in doesn’t matter (of course I’ll look at crime rates, natural disasters, etc.).
When I daydream, I pretend that my job actually makes me smile and want to get out of bed every day. I would be able to do something that allowed me to express myself and challenge me creatively; sometimes when I daydream, I have images of me becoming a professional bubble diagramer or mood board creator. Also, I would have multiple revenue streams, all of which come from things that I am passionate about and allow me to be creative.
I like to pretend I’m not allergic to dogs and can adopt a dog bigger than a Shih Tzu. There’s nothing wrong with those dogs, but I want something a little bigger (but not Great Dane kind of big).
My close friends would be surprised with trips, and I would be the one taking care of all the expenses, even if they protest. I would be able to treat them like the queens they are and show my utmost appreciation for them. The trip my mind travels to the most is New York, where I would see my first Broadway show and explore the large Forever 21 without buying anything.
I like to dream that I’m in an interracial relationship (even though I can never get an image of the guy’s face) with someone I click with, someone I can be weird and awkward and half-deaf around without being judged. It would be a beautiful, imperfect relationship. I’m not against dating within my race, but romantically, I’ve never connected with someone within my race.
Despite the constant daydreams and regular dreams about being in a romantic relationship, I am still perfectly content with being single, especially since I still have one year of school year left and a Pandemic happening. Just thought I’d clarify.
When I daydream, I pretend, and at this current point in time, I like to pretend.
Be you. Be true. Make smart decisions.
Featured image credit: Filipe Almeida