Not second life or anything like that.
But I have constructed almost a dozen fantasy lives, where I am a different person, often living in a different culture or even a different
I have constructed imaginary homes, families, cities, even entire nations and cultures. Some of them on paper, a few of them entirely in my mind. No
one else knows about them. My spouse is vaguely aware that I spend lots of time writing, but that I'm not "working on a book" or anything. Most of
my notes are in code. Sometimes she gets a bit jealous, but she quickly satisfies herself that I'm not cheating or looking at porn, and then leaves
I spend moments at work, at the grocery, while watching my daughters' soccer games, or while fishing, in my imaginary worlds. I have conversations,
launch careers, run imaginary business, wage war, and make amazing scientific and paranormal discoveries.
I think most people think I'm just a basically boring guy with no huge ambition. I'm an attentive husband and father. But am I wrong? Am I sick?
Some of my secret lives:
-King of a medieval kingdom.
I have detailed maps of my state's geography, populations, mineral resources, and defensive structures. I've
written out treaties I've made with neighboring states. I have maps of cities I've beseiged in a war that lasted for 3 years.
-seaman on an 19th century sailing ship
. Not an officer or anything, just a salt of the meanest rank. While the boss is droning on in the
company staff meeting, I'm taking a turn at the capstan, or climbing aloft to man the main yard as we catch the wind.
-Director of Research and Development
. My rivals in the marketing department are about to be shamed when we finally go into production with our
new product line. They'll rue the day they tried to drum me out of the company! My machinations behind the scenes are about to come to
I spend quiet afternoons at my cubicle staring at my screensavers of pastoral landscapes. I imagine droving my flock across the
achingly green pastures of England's west country, or the scottich moors, or through the groves of arcadia.
-18th level wizard
with a group of assistants and apprentices in my tower located in the deserted madlands. While normal folk shun my lair in
the blasted desert, aspiring magicians seek my tutelage; not least because of my skill at transmuting lead into gold.The nations of the world fear my
So, can I be sane? Does anyone else have such convoluted flights of fancy? Am I completely normal?
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