Saturday, May 02, 2009

Daydreaming

Did you ever feel that perhaps you were born at the wrong time? Have you stood on your front doorstep and inserted a key into the door, but before you could push it open, your action was arrested by the sound of the wind in the trees? And suddenly, you're transported, imagining yourself listening to a similar wind, in a bygone era, blowing across open fields and rushing through dense forests. You glance to the left, but instead of that mundane neighborhood that one expects, there's the slope that goes down to the harbor where the tall ships come in and go out.

Or did you ever go to work, listening to the drumming of a drone in the next cubicle and suddenly find yourself moved instead to hear a distant, and easily ignored, drumming and chanting of the Hare Krishna as they move through the park. The folk near you are grooving on the newest by Jefferson Airplane, coming in tinnily on a small transistor radio off that AM station that comes in when the atmosphere is right over San Francisco. Woodstock is two years away and you hate President Johnson and glance at a friend sitting crosslegged in the grass as he reads that book about the Hell's Angels by Hunter S. Thompson.

Or were you ever at a party, perhaps where the presence of family members remind you how ordinary you are, and suddenly think you hear the sound of a police siren, something not that common, and wonder if they're chasing someone freshly from Canada transporting boxes of bootleg whiskey. The mayor has been promising to do something about the Purple Gang for some time now, but you driving down Plum St. it's hard to imagine any of those folk you see being criminals. Not like those folks you've heard about out of Chicago or New York.

Or perhaps you've sat in a waiting room at a doctor's office, wondering about the blood test, smelling anticeptics and trying to be comfortable on the high table as your feet dangle, and you hear the sound of another batch of colonists coming down the hall, the folks gathering for an indoctrination before really commiting to the trip to Alpha Centauri.

8 comments:

Charles Gramlich said...

Wow, sounds like you've lived my life. Or something near to it.

darkened_jade said...

Having spoken to a lot of writers, it is this that compels us to write. I manage to stay focused on the real world a little more often if I have been writing. Otherwise, daydreams start to take over.

Still, it is odd when you realise that not everyong is so easily distracted.

SQT said...

Sometimes I feel guilty at how often I drift off...while someone is talking. Bad habit that.

Sidney said...

Ah, the mind does wander. What if, what if, what if...

Christine Purcell said...

I often have these daydream longings about past eras. Until I remember that they didn't have deodorant, or vaccines, and it would take me hours and hours to prepare dinner. Then I'm back in the real world, caressing my TV remote.

Mark Rainey said...

Fairly frequently, matter of fact...

Stewart Sternberg said...

CHARLES...It's that Walter Mitty thing.

DARKENED..my fear is that as I get old, that which is now a daydream will become senility

SQT Don't feel guilty. Most people have little to say and say it poorly.

SID...what if....I think that is the foundation of the writer. It's where we all start.

CHRISTINE...I agree about some aspects of that perspective. The past is often viewed unrealistically. As an historian who may love the revolutionary war period, I know that it wasn't necessarily a place I would want to spend time. Still, I would love to be able to peer back into time..a futuristic voyeur.

Gwendolyn said...

Always. Since I was five.