Here's another thing. Where I get inspiration. Someone once called me a "Macro Brain" which means I can take a small detail or small thing and blow it up in my imagination to something colossal and all-important. The following is an idea I got from being sore from working out, lying down and still being uncomfortable, and the song Renegades by X Ambassadors (Amazing song that sacrmasu suggested to me. I added an acoustic cover which is pretty rad but the original is just... Pure Wanderlust. Ha!! Cool name for a band). Here's my subconscious conjurings:
The fire was finally crackling a discordant tune, harmonizing with the crickets that chirped slowly. Wasn't that hot out at night, which was great but bad. I got a chance to cool my skin but... More so than I would like. Hence... Fire.
Every cell in my body was dully protesting "stop stop stop stop stop" as I finally shuffled to my spot for tonight. I gingerly brought myself on top of the tattered sleeping bag I was using, wincing the whole way down. "How much farther until we reach The Hills?"
Oscar looks at me with a smirk, "Are you having regrets about coming, love?"
I rolled my eyes, "And instead be incarcerated for the rest of my life? Is that even a question?"
Oscar's smile melted into a sympathetic one, the fire reflecting in his eyes, "It's only a few more days. Thankfully, the rest of the trip is in a valley. Bad news is that we'll be more easily caught... If we are being tracked. We're in the dead zone now, but out there we are going to be as visible as a skyscraper in Suburbia."
I couldn't help but groan, partly at his comment and partly at my screaming muscles, as I shifted onto my back. The moon was gigantic and yellow tonight. Bigger than I'd ever seen it. How did anybody back home spend their entire lives without seeing the sky? Insanity...
Oscar starts strumming lightly on his precious guitar which he guards as something almost sacred. It's his favorite tune again tonight, mixing with the crackling tinder, crickets, and the shushing sound of my sleeping bag. It's... Perfection.
Ta-da!!
I've done similar things when I've seen flora and I think... "This would be amazing as the architecture/layout of a city." My brain is constantly doing this, to the point where I'm basically dreaming while I'm doing daily errands and chores. It's a way I alleviate the mundane of life as well.
Tell me, does anyone else do this? Is it only me? Is it only ENFP's? I'd love to know.
