I've had this problem my entire life. For me, it's a coping/escape mechanism.
I was able to end it for about 8 years though, by forcing out the thoughts ("Shut up, brain!")
My daydreams are perverted and very dark so I would anguish in guilt over them.
Now, I don't really care anymore, so I've been indulging them again.
I'm trying to turn one such fantasy into a story to write.
I know what you mean about the lines becoming blurred. I seem to have a subconscious fear of driving because when I lived in BFE one of my daydreams was of crashing during a blizzard, having amnesia from the accident, wondering out into the forest, getting raped by a hunter, coming to fear civilization, giving birth to twins in the wild etc etc.
I'd think of the story every time I went out and I would drive in extreme weather, daring the daydream to become real. I have a Scottevest jacket that I always wore. The jacket has around 20 pockets and I keep everything in it- sewing kit, collapsible cup, some meds. If I'd leave home without it, I was certain nothing bad could happen
In truth, though, I was just afraid to make the 40-60 minute commute into town so my brain concocted a "worse case scenario" to distract me. I came up with the story to help conquer the fear as silly as it may sound.
Now I live in town again. My kids are unruly, I never see my hubby... so my daydream involves my hubby divorcing me and giving me $25,000. as a parting gift. I send my kids to live with my parents, then I hit the road, find a cave in some national forest and homestead in it. The story changes and evolves according to my whims but all of them are painfully detailed.
I think we should all be writers
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