geedoenfj
The more you know..
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I was a very imaginative child. I was constantly acting out stories, talking with imaginary friends, playing all sorts of make believe games, and imagining seeing things in front of me that weren't actually there. I do that significantly less as I am older (as nearly everyone does), but it's still a part of me. Sometimes I'll just imagine fantasy scenarios and worlds because it's fun, other times it's to de-stress.
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I relate to what you're describing, I used to talk to my Barbie thinking that she understands what I'm saying, and was pissed off at my friend when she told me it's only a piece of plastic, also when I read a story or see a movie or listen to a song then those images and feelings starts coming to my head, I imitate what I watched, talk to characters, I used to repeat the movie that I like (usually Disney movies) like 100 times and watch all the little details that forms that story or give the characters their uniqueness, imagining myself in that world..
I was also so curious, imagining all vague and unrevealed things to be magical and will blow my mind once I discover them, I used break my toys to see how they're working and what is inside them, but then I am disappointed because nothing magical happened, and I end up with broken toys

In school they used to call me "The Artist" and sometimes "Picasso"
I was actually doing this yesterday. Years back I saw a dramaticized comic of a man going through college, as if it were a lord of the rings or D&D esque journey. Fighting monsters that were the personifcation of calculus, biology, exams, etc. It was a cool concept. I recently completed a bit report that summarized my work over the past year (I'm in grad school), and as I was walking to downtown, I was imagining myself in that sort of fantasy setting. I saw the PhD "world" as being farther up in space, out in the distance from the undergrad worlds. I was in a dungeon fighting of a monster that just wouldn't die. For years fighting it and it would keep getting back up. I saw myself as battle-scarred and emotionally broken. My adviser then warped in as a hologram like wizard and helped me get back up and would say to me "look how far you came. Look in the mirror at yourself, you're strong, you have come so far, you have all the abilities, you know what you have to do. Keep going, you will defeat this". It was very satisfying to dive into that for a while, and while I was in it, I had no visual memory of where I was walking around outside because I was so in my head.
That's a pretty good illustration of how my imagination works. It was much more detailed in my head, and I could write it out but the post would get too big. Since I am an Fe user, there is usually a lot of emotion, feeling, and passion behind the things I imagine. They are seldom unfeeling. I like to think of it as "fantasy rooted in reality". Often, it will surround my real life events in some personified manner. Othertimes, there's no connection and I just create a world. I have been taking advantage of this world creating as I have been working on the D&D campaign I am going to be running for my friends in a week or so. I've written around 300 pages of material describing the world. In many ways, it's an escape. Reality is honestly pretty boring to me, and I wish the world was much more fantastic and grand. It's a reason why I explore psychedelic drugs.
Aww I really like the PhD part!! And 300 pages WOW what imagination you have

I sometimes have this fantasy whenever I feel like I'm becoming judgmental or angry because some people are really pissing me off, that I'm a character that somehow resembles "Queen of Hearts" in "Alice in The Wonder Land", an old queen with little figure sitting on a giant throne and sentencing people just because they don't fit to my standards

I also tend to be so indulged in my intuitiveness during distressful times, the more cruel the world gets, the more intuitive I become then start forgetting stuff, be more distracted, just the last week I took my son to the nursery during the weekend thinking it's a week day, that's how bad it gets

Yeah the world is not a nice place, at least we have imagination