I've always had really strange daydreams that I lapse into whenever I lose concentration.
One that occurs quite readily (I think its ever since I read the Marylin Manson autobiography) is me imagining people setting up elaborate tracks, almost like rollercoaster tracks, and snorting huge lines of cocaine off them. I really don't know why I think about this.
Another one is faux planning out a way to destroy civilisation completely. I'm no anarchist, but I can't help thinking that it would be completely and totally badass to be able to stand up in front of a public gathering of people, make a short maniacal speech and detonate half a million bombs strategically placed around the country as I laugh evilly. But I'm really not the kind of person who could be arsed doing this sorta thing, I guess it'd just be a sort of sim city-esque destruction headrush.
Oh, and a large portion of my daydreams are fairly spacey and disjointed. I'll start a 5 minute spaceout by going, man, those dappled shadows over there are awesome looking, and I'll end it by thinking something like damn, I could DESTROY these people if only I had a strategic position for a fort and some good crossfire going on, or something similar thats so odd that it'll jolt me out of the daydream and I'll sit there wondering how the hell I got to thinking about that.
and yes, like all of the teenage boys that have posted here already, a disproportionate amount of my daydreams are of the fairer sex.
One that occurs quite readily (I think its ever since I read the Marylin Manson autobiography) is me imagining people setting up elaborate tracks, almost like rollercoaster tracks, and snorting huge lines of cocaine off them. I really don't know why I think about this.
Another one is faux planning out a way to destroy civilisation completely. I'm no anarchist, but I can't help thinking that it would be completely and totally badass to be able to stand up in front of a public gathering of people, make a short maniacal speech and detonate half a million bombs strategically placed around the country as I laugh evilly. But I'm really not the kind of person who could be arsed doing this sorta thing, I guess it'd just be a sort of sim city-esque destruction headrush.
Oh, and a large portion of my daydreams are fairly spacey and disjointed. I'll start a 5 minute spaceout by going, man, those dappled shadows over there are awesome looking, and I'll end it by thinking something like damn, I could DESTROY these people if only I had a strategic position for a fort and some good crossfire going on, or something similar thats so odd that it'll jolt me out of the daydream and I'll sit there wondering how the hell I got to thinking about that.
and yes, like all of the teenage boys that have posted here already, a disproportionate amount of my daydreams are of the fairer sex.
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