“Everybody does it!”
Oh. Does everybody pace back and forth for hours; index finger automatically clicking the volume up, louder, until they feel the music leak into every possible corner of their brain?
Do they see their characters dance, fight, make love or sing along with the songs they so carefully chose?
Can they watch a movie without imagining their own movie in their heads?
Does it take them hours longer to complete chores? (Dirty laundry is much less interesting than playing pretend).
Are their universes as complex as a novel? Do their character’s emotions ebb and flow like verses of poetry?
Do their daydreams terrify them?
Do they feel what their characters feel? Do they feel the slightest bit insulted that they call their teammates, their creations, their friends and family simply…characters…?
Do they think that their daydreams tease them with images of lives far more grand and exciting than the mundane grey word they’re forced by physics to live in?
But not all dreams are adaptive.