to pretend to be in a film or tv programme. Quite a lot?

[threeineachlobe]

or perhaps Am I normal?

I was recently Irene Adler walking seductively through London, being all mysterious and red-of-nail. Last night as I poured my chardonnay I was Bridget Jones. I'm often the posh lady who very nearly gets the better of Poirot, but doesn't quite and has a "damn you" moment. In my youth I was rather obsessed with Quantum Leap - I regularly leapt into my own body to somehow save a life / a business / the world.

Externally, I'm just an accountant with a happy homelife. Internally, I'm anything I bloody like.

Normal? Come on, I can take it. I've been a Russian spy with homicidal tendancies. In Asda.

Love you lot. Love the fact that I thought I was alone, but am actually walking amongst a whole bunch of freaks just like me!

It's not freaky. It shows we have rich inner lives and wonderful imaginations, and that we're not dead inside.

ah, am crying laughing and loving that I can now be safe in the knowledge that as I sit on the bus, starring in the West End and singing all the good songs from Hairspray (in my mind) the person in front of me may well be solving murders with Morse or Sherlock Holmes or being spanked by him

Maybe we need a badge. Or special haircut or something (haven't really thought that through)

What Reshape said .

I think we are all relieved to think we are not alone, but I'm just waiting for some medical, professional person to come on and say we are all in need of help

I know I'm in need of help, I just don't want it - the voices in my head keep me sane!

Another of my "happy places" is in The West Wing, sitting in Leo's office at 2am playing cards (at which I rock), eating Chinese food and putting the world to rights. In my head I am CJ

I am an uber version of NCIS Agent Ziva David, Dinozzo is madly in love with me and Gibbs has a thing for me too - but who will I chose?

(usually get this recurrent daydream after working my way through a box set!)

OMG I do this all the time sometimes.

Mostly when driving or in the bath and I've even spoken a line or 2 and had DS ask me what I've just said.

i get up half an hour before the DD's to have a peaceful daydream

I play out the scenario when I collect my lottery winnings.....

Not just new car, flash holiday, charitable donations.

I actually DO walk in to the posh car show room and caress a top -of -the range car with a well manicured hand,and ask for it , in blue, oh and it's a cash sale as I place a designer holdall full of bundleson the salesmans desk.

I actually DO turn up at the first class booking in desk with only a gold credit card and small hand luggage and book on the first flight out that has cold champagne.....

sigh then the alarm goes off and I'm kicking grumpy teens out of bed....

I am the star of broadway and the west end, I have starred as Christine in Phantom, Mary Poppins, Elphaba in Wicked, Rizzo and Sandy in Grease and many more, those were my most critically acclaimed roles actually. My accent in West Side Story is beyond compare.
I am currently on tour with a stage version of Glee (which sounds shite but is very good) in which I play the perfect one -Rachel. I am so young looking that I can get away with playing a teenager.

I'm often interviewed on the tv and several directors are desperate to sign me up in their movies.

Going to have to namechange now, too embarrassing for words. I've always been one for popping off to my own head for a while. I like it, it's harmless.

When I get to Euston station (real), Benedict is waiting for me (not so real, boo.) Was slightly freaked one time when I saw the doctor guy from Supersize v Superskinny - seeing an actual real famous if slightly wonky mouthed person shocked me back to real life.

I do it too. I often wish my life had a soundtrack like a film does with appropriate music playing in the background.

I do the lottery fantasy, but instead of enjoying the money I end up stressed with the responsibility of it all.

Even in my fantasies I can't let go of the fact that I am married, so when I met my dream man I have to be divorced or widowed & my kids grown up enough that they are not upset by a new man.

I need a better fantasy life

I do it with books too.

Dh may have thought I was cutting my hair in the bathroom tonight. What he did not know is that I was talking to Harry Dresden whilst I was doing so in my head, and Bob the Skull

I do this! I thought I was the only one.

My imaginary lives have been very rich and varied, they've involved being a vampire slayer, seducing rich and powerful men from all walks of life (racing drivers, presidents, billionaires), being a world renowed beauty and a spy. Some of these fantasies have run for years, with occasional changes depending on if i've read a book or seen a film that inspires me to include it.

I also do extensive reasearch about my secret lives, for example learning a few words in a different language so that my fantasy is 'correct'.

When cooking i cut all of my ingredients and put them on separate plates so i can pretend to be on a cookery show when i add them to the pan, and practice my smile to the camera while i do it.

Oh no, In my fantasy life I am someone else entirely - whenever I daydream and involve 'me' I end up getting worried about how xyz would affect DD and what would my mum say if I did move to Cornwall when I win the lottery.

Oh and I do 'ballet' in the kitchen.

oh and I have played the guitar for Dire Straits in their amazing impromptu comeback gig....I was amazing

disclaimer: I don't know which way round to hold a guitar

Ah, maybe being someone else is the key...

I just scared the cat because I laughed a bit too loudly at that Honeydragon

See, I meet Benedict on the Tube. Our eyes meet, he asks if he can buy me a coffee. We have an intellectual discussion, he asks if I'm busy on Friday night. We go to big swanky black tie do then back to his flat in Hampstead where he seduces me looking this