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I don't remember actually ever reading this book, but it
somehow made its way into my brain. This book triggered my fascination with
dreaming and imagination. Just the fact that he could interact with monsters
amazed me. It probably took me a few years to realize one can't simply talk to
monsters, but my imagination and dreams only grew. The real world gets boring
at times, so I learned to just close my eyes and imagine whatever I want.
Having an elaborate imagination kept me entertained as a child, especially
having two sisters that did everything together. This had led to my obsession
with dreaming now, sometimes I actually go to sleep early just to dream. It’s not that I don’t enjoy life, I just love
dreaming and not knowing what will come into my mind that night.
There's nothing better, or more dangerous, than an active imagination. I can't tell you how many times I've missed something important because I was too caught up in my own head to realize there was a world around me. I completely know what you mean by this post though, it's entirely fascinating to see what you can make in your own mind.
ReplyDeleteReal talk bro. The real world is boring, that book does let your imaginatoin run free. You are right that dreams are the best way to step out of reality and I take extra time to do it sometimes too. Great Book!!!
ReplyDeleteI remember watching an episode of the Colbert Report when Steven interviewed the guy who wrote this book. He said that while he loved the book, he also doesn't understand why kids like it. Plus, he said the "wild rumpus" was basically sex, which totally takes the magic out of this story for me.
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