I daydream constantly. This has never been a problem. I quite enjoy my daydreams. I think about various things in these daydreams and they can be triggered by the smallest of details. Sometimes I get very involved in these daydreams. If I am imagining a very sad experience, I'll be about to cry before I realize I'm daydreaming and that this is not real. If I am imagining something scary, I will freak myself out before I realize that this is not real. I have often wondered if these daydreaming experiences have had an impact on my day-to-day interactions with the real world. And I think it has. None of my experiences in real life are as exhilirating as my daydreams, that are often almost movie-esque. I feel like Walter Mitty in that story, "The Secret Life of Walter Mitty", who also constantly daydreams that he is the protagonist of exciting experiences such as a defiant revolutionary facing the firing squad or an intelligent lawyer prosecuting criminals (I also heard that they're making this into a movie with Jim Carrey). However, in his real life, Mitty is odd, unmotivated, and controlled by his mean wife who does not understand him. My wife understands me but I definitely have problems with my interactions in the real world. However, I am still happy for the gift of imagination. Einstein himself said that, "Imagination is more important than knowledge." If only I could make my imagination work for me, instead of against me.