Do you daydream about years gone by?

Bretrick said:
My last daydream was about all the good things about yesteryear.
There I was in my cossie at the beach eating an Eskimo Pie. Bay City Rollers were singing, Bye, Bye Baby on the cassette player.
I was showing off my skills with a YoYo, doing Loop the Loops,
Bay City Rollers give way to Skyhooks and their song Women in Uniform.
Then before I knew it, I was in my Combi van, racing home to watch Dennis Lillee destroy the Poms(again).
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What is a "cossie"? Is early here and for the life of me I can't figure a translation to American!
 

Don't have much I want to remember, my life has been a serious endurance test.

I have terrible PTSD and suffer vivid dreams that are horror "movies".

I suffered insomnia since the age of 3-4; it stopped suddenly one year ago Dec 26. No idea why, but I am beyond joy as insomnia is life threatening - it makes one suicidal at times.

When each new day comes: I focus on sunshine, memories of the sounds of my children laughing, and birds at my feeders, a good cup of coffee.

I focus on today.

Am now the happiest I have ever been because I am healthy, can sleep, and I have a roof over my head.
 
Awhile back, I spent a lot of time going through some old photo family albums, and I listened to some audio tapes of my wife laughing and talking with our daughter when she was only 3-4 years old. I had to put it all away. I'm okay with the memories I have in my head, but getting too close bothers me.
 
Olivia said:
If l was in that condition, daydreaming would be unbearable. My only thought would be "God Have Mercy, Let Me Go."
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You know Colleen Stan, the girl in the ox, said during her captivity she daydreamed about past good times every day and she did escape. So there must e some value to positive thought. :unsure:
 
chic said:
You know Colleen Stan, the girl in the ox, said during her captivity she daydreamed about past good times every day and she did escape. So there must e some value to positive thought. :unsure:
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But escaping from captivity and and escaping from near death are two different things. Opinions may vary,
 
I listen to hours of 60's, 70's and 80's music in my car, walking around the lake and at the gym. During most songs, I think about where I was and what I was doing at the time, so I daydream often.

Occasionally I go on Facebook or Linkedin to find people I used to know. Crazy, but I recently went on Linkedin and found a past roommate from 1990. He got into drugs and other bad activities after he left and I honestly thought he had died. I had to ask him if he was the same guy from Miami. He responded that he is. He's now 58 and living with his partner in Central Florida. It felt really good to connect and know he was okay. I love connecting with past friends. Maybe not daydreaming but nostalgia.
 
My DH and I had totally opposite childhoods. He lived a "normal" life, I think. Just a divorce, no major baggage to tote around and deal with.
DH is always talking "the great memories" about the past, his great childhood, his grandparents, school k-12 in the same small town; he keeps up with friends on his FB page, goes to class reunions, etc.; tells me when one dies (I tell him, "Everyone dies.." and try to be empathetic and understand it was good for him, so he is sad over the loss).

Dying to me is a relief not a sad thing.
 
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