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  • Daydreamer (On Hold) by PlasticBag3207
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    Germany is a maladaptive daydreamer. He struggles to get work done and is struggling in college because he can't focus to save his life. He accidentally runs into Poland (quite literally) one day while on his way to class. Poland is the kind of person who reads people easily, but for some reason he just can't figure Germany out. He can tell that there is definitely something different about the country, so he makes it his goal to befriend Germany and find out what kind of secrets he is hiding from the world. - - - - - I just want to say that this book is meant to bring more awareness to a condition called maladaptive daydreaming. I'm not very good ad describing it so I'll let you go google it yourself. Either way it's a serious condition that can really screw someone's life up if given the chance.
  • As Though I'm Sleeping by swordsaints
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  • im bored here are my maladaptive daydreams by callmedaddybabe
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    my mentally ill ass likes these and i will cycle through them and it helps to write down and they're cute so here
  • Maladaptive Memories by princeofmonochrome
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    For those of you that don't know, I'm a maladaptive daydreamer, meaning I have a disorder which causes most of my life to be caught up in a false reality which mostly consists of me and my OCs fighting ourselves and monsters while wielding huge swords. (or in some cases, whacking sticks.) Sometimes, however, I get weird little daydreams. Very weird dreams that don't quite make sense and don't fit into the 'plot' of my 'main' dream, and are much more entrancing and vivid. These strange little glimpses into abstraction are a large inspiration for my poems and their rhythm, however I've only written one poem about said daydreams and it had considerably lower quality than normal. (The poem I'm talking about is the second part of 'Cling'.) Because of how difficult they are to describe I've abandoned the poetic format, leaving them written in a similar style to 'Lust for Violence' except without all the parallel structure that makes it, technically, a poem. I ask you to look at them anyways, and I hope you find them as odd and beautiful as I do.