Thread: What's your Sustaining Daydream

Originally Posted by Jimbo

I'm at home, and my drains are clogged so I call the plumber. When they turn up, it is Megan Fox wearing only a tool belt. Someone with an electric guitar starts playing "bow chikka bow bow wokka wokka" music in the background....then the Tequila wears off, as your look up from the couch & see Mack Fox from the local hardware store. He's wearing an extra 80 pounds, with 4 inches of a$$ crack sticking out north of his belt. Tapping a RIDGID 24 in. Heavy-Duty Pipe Wrench in his palm, stating "Mr. Jim I'm here to clean your pipes."

James.

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My sustaining daydream is......oops, I started daydreaming while posting this, and now I've forgotten it. Dang!

I'm considered a world class craftsman of....something. I don't care what item I happen to be crafting. People admire what I do, and provide me a modest income in sales. But, I'm not the customer service guy. If you want something I have, you buy it from someone who I trust to sell it. After all, a world class craftsmen can't be bothered with customer service. The customers understand...the master musnt' be disturbed. I live in a small community, with enough land to garden and provide for myself and family. I don't hunt my meat, but grow it on grass, and butcher once a year to keep the freezer stocked. My local library is funded by a wealthy neighbor, and the librarian can procure any book I'd ever hope to read, with just a portion of the title provided. There is still a Full Service gas station in my town. The fast food workers think just as highly of their jobs, as the wall street guys, and treat every customer as if he also happens to be human. Everyone who has a drivers license, is highly capable and competent at driving. The television still exists, but most people don't watch it. Cell phones still exist, but nobody would dream of using it while driving. People congregate, and have intelligent conversations about books, world issues, and straight razor shaving.

Or, I get married, get a job, have some rugrats, and spend the next twenty years paying a mortgage. Oddly enough, I'm happy either way.

I am the sporting clay's champ of the world . I have a contract to shoot Browning's that pays an annual that consists of a paycheck with two commas lol. Then on top of that, I am in demand in every state and paid to shoot at every event I go too. Me and the fam travel throughout the summer in our awesome motor home while the kids are out of school. In the winter, I stay in my state and mind my range and country estate.

Until then - I'll continue to pay $50.00 a round, and ignore my scores .

Just making it till tomorrow.
Learned not to expect too much.

OK, here goes...I call it the J.D. Salinger Daydream. I've written a fantastic novel (like Catcher in the Rye) that is wildly successful. I have a house on Cedar Key. Money is no object. Sometimes I write but it really doesn't matter if I don't ever publish anything again. I spend lots of time on my boat fishing and listening to music. My wife and I have a care free life, my kids are both successful professionals with secure futures and spouses they love. My grand kids visit often. My grandson and I spend long days on the boat flyfishing for tarpon and snook in the flats, talking about life and watching the sun set on the Gulf of Mexico. Years later, I teach him to shave with a straight and give him a Dubl Duck Goldenedge for his 15th birthday. He loves it and uses it daily for the rest of his life (remembering me every time that he does.) I teach him to drive in my fully restored 1956 Ford F-100 which I give him for a college graduation present.

And oh yeah, every Saturday for lunch I have 2 dozen oysters on the half shell, some cheese grits with smoked mullet, a cold draft beer and a good cigar.

I uncover an assassination plot on the president of the USA that leads me right to Hugh Hefner! Depending who's in power - he promises not to go threw with it - I bribe him anyway.

I get a house in the 90210, ten million cash, and the title of "Executive Overseer" of all photo shoots... Plus a private room in the mansion!

Two days later, my wife pulls me aside and tells me though she doesn't want to see other men, that I really should explore all the opportunity's that come my way. Hefner sends out a memo to all Bunny's stating to treat Mr. David "right."

Originally Posted by earcutter

I uncover an assassination plot on the president of the USA that leads me right to Hugh Hefner! Depending who's in power - he promises not to go threw with it - I bribe him anyway.

I get a house in the 90210, ten million cash, and the title of "Executive Overseer" of all photo shoots... Plus a private room in the mansion!

Two days later, my wife pulls me aside and tells me though she doesn't want to see other men, that I really should explore all the opportunity's that come my way. Hefner sends out a memo to all Bunny's stating to treat Mr. David "right." .......because Mr. David is now Executive Director & Talent Manager of "PlayGirl" magazine !

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OUCH Hirlau! It went from fantasy to nightmare in as little as a sentence lol! Classic LOL!!

My dream? Well, I would be a world traveller. I would have houses in two places, here and Alaska. Both would be small mansion style with secret doors, rooms, and passage ways. Traps as well. Just in case of break ins.

I would have made several trips to go on safari. Hunted many wild beasts, and i would have a trophy room in each house to hold my conquests. Fishing, rifle, bow ... I would be a master of it all.

A full library in both houses, so that I could always educate myself. I would be well versed in the arts, philosophy, psychology, religion, and physics. I would be a gun smith and a blade smith. I would do public and motivational speaking and teach people how to become successful.

In the end I would have a tomb built, a statue, and burial chambers for the rest of my family.

My dream? I just want a legacy, to be remembered and to leave my mark on this earth.