Overvisualization

[tugrik]

I'm normally quite prone to daydreaming... enough that I function pretty well with one or more daydreamy type things going on as separate, multithreaded tasks. I don't know why it's this way, but it's calming/comforting most of the time. I've got a good enough handle on it that it doesn't impact my work and I'm still focussed enough on the task at hand to keep co-workers/friends happy.

Now and then, though, a good mood or good dreams can go too far. Have you ever seen or felt something so strongly you were just aching to create, and make it real? To draw, to film, to sing... something. Just so whatever it is that's playing out in your head can be made physical to share. And... then not have the skills to do it?

This creates an odd sense of 'over-visualization'... where things feel so strong and so good you just want to laugh out loud, dance, scream, sing, animate, anything, even though the body is sitting there at a desk, diligently doing the day's work. You want to share it with the world but at the same time feel impotently chained to an un-creative body that you just can't do a damn thing with. A blend of exhiliration and disappointment that, unsurprisingly, evens out into a pretty neutral mood. It's just the occasional flinches of emotion towards each extreme that are uncomfortable.

Come into my dream / let me show you where I've been...

Comments

[snobahr.livejournal.com]

Why yes, I am familiar with that. That's sort of why I started Yesterday for Today... naah, that's not a shameless plug... honest... Okay, it is. But I'm not kidding - that's why I started the strip. If I clean up the workroom enough, I can finish shooting the rest of Act 1/Scene 1 of Romeo & Juliet...

[desertcoyote.livejournal.com]

I've had that happen, too..... especially listening to music, I can feel SO jazzed up and no where to go... vivid imagination, awkward body. ;P
Once many, many years ago I woke up with a beautiful song (instrumental) in my head, and was dying to somehow preserve it, write it down or something, but I didn't know how to- and lost it forever by that night.... all I remember is that it was beautiful.

[pobig.livejournal.com]

Heh. OH yeah. And it generally doesn't subside to neutral for weeks or months. But my expectations are so pessimistic anyway that it doesn't really have a downside, just a sort of wistfulness.

[xot.livejournal.com]

There's a reason that I generally have some sort of note or sketch book within a couple of steps. My muse is a frisky Bitch that delights in catching me unprepaired. I've also dreamt of things that are pretty much impossible, I just can't jump fourteen feet into the air (even if I were a bit more fit) nor can I physically fly unaided (not yet anyways, I keep hoping for a cool mutation or some cosmic rays or something). If you flipped through my old sketch-journals, I call them my everything books, you'll see a lot of snippets of things... it's just enough to remind me what I was thinking. I still don't know how to capture musical melodies though. Maybe I should become more familliar with digital recording technologies. I've improved my singing enough that I could at least vocally "sketch" a song.

I wish I could remember the song the Wind taught me that one night when I was walking home late from a friends house though!

[shaddragon.livejournal.com]

Absolutely. And lost far too many of the inspirations like that. I've dreamed them much too frequently-- and even when I write them down or try to sketch them... they come out frustratingly /wrong/, not quite what I meant, not quite what I remember. That agonizing gap between what's seen in the mind in flashes, and what manages to come out in the brush, or the pen, or the words. Augh.

I sympathize, oh yes.