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.

I was in Friends a fair bit when I was younger too. Needed it really as my real friends largely needed a wash.

Dog walking does offer unlimited scope for the imagination. I just know I'm going to stumble upon a corpse one day. I have a current daydream about heroically kickboxing, badass Alias-style, the pack of coyotes that have been stalking me as I walk the trails with Popdog. Dog walking is now a thrilling and possibly lethal activity.

*(We really do have a coyote problem in our neighbourhood but they probably wouldn't require kickboxing...clapping or shouting might do the trick ).

Oh no! We're wearing Benedict out with our minds honeydragon .

Just remembered this slightly worrying quotation from Anne Rice's IWTV: 'I still did not realise how mad she was, and how accustomed to dreaming; and that she would not cry out for reality, rather feed reality to her dreams'.

Oops....perhaps we are slightly unhinged.... I am so glad that I have no particular attachment to this username!

It makes sense that a high quota of secret fantasists are on Mnet, dh is forever say

"Is this you, or did your imaginary friends in the laptop make you do it?"

I'm thinking of the people I know who might do this. Recon I've got a friend who might have a starring role in the Sharpe TV series, opposite Shaun Bean.

Oh I do this in company..

My friend and I once walked around Blenheim Palace grounds pretending we were the last people left on planet earth, after a weird super virus had come. We were gutted when another family turned up after 2 hours walking in the opposite direction.

We had just got back into when Chris de Burgh wondered along the path and said Hi.
It was at that point we realised we should stop fantasising as our real life was just too fucking weird!

Me too, me too!

Recently, I've been trying to devise a way in which I could be the love interest of Severus Snape, without having to be Lily Potter and therefore facing an awful death (and being married to JP, who is lame)

I also lived in the 'hoods and tried to speak with a Baltimore accent when I was addicted to The Wire.

I became an excellent doctor, thanks to ER and Bodies.

Personally, I think Benedict has the stamina. He gets plenty of exercise in my head.

sorry, back into "it"

Lol at Chris De Burgh. Can you imagine to be the sole survivors of a deadly virus, you and Chris De Burgh?

Fuck it!

Sometimes, I'm an evil mastermind and I always defeat the goodie

I don't do this at all, no siree. But if I did I would imagine that I would find it quite hard as my period of fixation is late C18 and it's very difficult to pretend to swish your skirts and block out the traffic while walking to work through Waterloo... I would think....

That's why we stopped playing our game . Plus it's a bit impolite to ask a rock star (even a old cheesy one) to fuck off 'cos you're playing pretend

Beertricks, I am perturbed that I know where you are coming from

Fran I solved the Severus Snape conundrum by imaging that I made a late entrance into the wizarding world (as an adult) and had to receive secret extra lessons during the school holidays, whilst working as a lab technician for Snape at Hogwarts.

Ooohhhh! The shame .....

Name change ahoy!

tommorow morning when i'm out and pass all the other runners/walkers i'll be trying to decide whats going on in their minds...do they see me and think here comes a demon so i'll have to defend myself from her or do they think my god she's huffing and puffing a fair bit

Iceberg....could you not just have met him at the Broomsticks?

Bloody hell you know it's bad when you get involved in others fantasys

Yup, I think that we've all reached new lows on this thread

I spent my whole childhood doing that.