Quotes About Daydreaming

I don't remember my dreams too much. I hardly have ever gotten ideas from nighttime dreams. But I love daydreaming and dream logic and the way dreams go.

We spend a good part of our lives dreaming, especially when we're awake.

Pasamos la mayor parte de nuestra vida soñando, sobre todo cuando estamos despiertos

I remember, in school, writing Janet Jackson and Michael Jackson and asking them to come get me out of class. I would imagine them running down the hall and asking my teacher, 'Ms. Daniels, can we get Missy out of class? We're here to see Missy.'

Idle dreaming is often of the essence of what we do

The most frequent manifestations of the anima takes the form of erotic fantasy. Men may be driven to nurse their fantasies by looking at films and strip-tease shows, or by day-dreaming over pornographic material. This is a crude, primitive aspect of the anima, which becomes compulsive only when a man does not sufficiently cultivate his feeling relationships-when his feeling attitude toward life has remained infantile.

She occasionally daydreamed about being the sort of character in a story who could faint and leave everyone else to sort things out. But that wasn't going to happen.

She occasionally daydreamed about being the sort of character in a story who could faint and leave everyone else to sort things out.

I would be trying to play hockey with my friends, but most of the time, the coach put me on the bench. Because I was too dreamy - I was dreaming all of the time. I was super bad on the ice because I was just thinking about something else.

That daydreaming mode turns out to be restorative. It's like hitting the reset button in your brain. And you don't get in that daydreaming mode typically by texting and Facebooking. You get in it by disengaging.

An altered state of consciousness simply means any state of awareness that is different from our normal waking state. When we daydream or dream at night, we are in an altered state. We can also get into an altered state by using meditations, hypnosis and exercises like jogging or yoga. Using drugs or alcohol can also produce an altered state, but in a less healthy way.

When you're a creative person, there are just times when you're not listening. You know, I could be looking right at you and thinking about something else.

I'm somewhat in my own cloud.

I have a very strong imagination and have since I was a little kid. That is where a lot of my world comes from. It's like I'm off somewhere else. And I can have a problem in life because of that, because I'm always off in some other world thinking about something else. It's constant.

Her eyes are open and her mind is somewhere else.

I live in my head all day long and the world is a little dreamy.

Yeah, sure, I did have a bit imagination, but daydreaming is one thing. Imagining you're traveling through time is quite another. People who imagined that kind of psychiatric treatment. And they should, if you asked me. Maybe I was like those weirdos who claim to have been abducted by aliens. Completely out of mumy mind.

Osaka: Ah always wanted to go to the ocean and rifd a dolphin. Sakaki: ...That would be nice. Osaka: Ah know, right? (Osaka and Sakaki stare at the ocean lost in thought; Sakaki imagining riding a dolphin). Yomi: Look at you two space cadets. What's going on? Osaka: We was thinkin' 'bout 'Roids. Sakaki: Eh... No... =,o

Karigan, meanwhile, only half-listened, her mind wandering to thoughts of her pillow. She loved her pillow, and it loved her back. It was so soft with its downy filling, so comfortable.

My thoughts ran a wool-gathering.

Since life is a dream I think I'll stop eating and drinking so much--do some ethereal daydreaming instead--go in the mansion of the mind and close all the doors, as if I was traveling in the back of a bus for 4 days & 4 nights, broke.

At these times she was subject to a peculiar kind of day-dreaming, so vivid as to be almost a hallucination: that she was in the country, at dusk, and alone, and strangely at peace. She did not recall the places which she had visited in holiday-time, these reproached her like opportunities neglected. But while her body sat before the first fires and was cosy with Henry and Caroline, her mind walked by lonely seaboards, in marshes and fens, or came at nightfall to the edge of a wood.

I am, of course, romanticizing; a chronic tendency of mine.

Nostalgia often leads to idle speculation.