I’d say that about the only time I daydream is when either I’m riding my horse, driving my tractor, or just before falling to sleep. I daydream about having my novels made into movies, having a two-story writing space like a castle turret, and places I’ll go with Robert.
As a writer, I guess what I do as I think through character, plot and setting could be considered daydreaming. I used to daydream a lot more, sinking into various fantasies in my brain and kind of watching from a strange distance as my characters acted out their lives in that in-between world inside my head.
I guess the real question is: do I live a “secret” life in my mind? Don’t we all? I think for the most part, it’s a healthy thing, because it gives us the space to think and to dream without judgement, to plan how to make life better or to escape from situations that cause pain.
I think daydreaming must be responsible for most creative thing like: good novels, flavored lattes, peach chutney, antibiotics, taming & riding horses, campfire stories, foil dinners, s’mores, popcorn, fire crackers, bicycles, pudding, and whipped cream in a can.