Imagination

My wild imagination again does not give me rest. My God, how I want so I had a lot of money! I'm now ready to jump up and run headlong to the airport, take a ticket .... and then my peacefully dozing subconscious wakes up and says to me:
"We have to fly to Amazonia immediately, we simply owe right now, and my imagination already draws me in camouflage shorts and a T-shirt, driving a jeep, how I ride through the jungle... Or not! No - my imagination screams, we must fly to the islands somewhere, to where white sand and rocks! Imagination draws in my mind a picture of how I jump from rock to blue clear water, paints my tracks on snow-white sand, paints me the morning where warm air blows in my face and I wake up in a chic chalet with a handsome mulatto who has come down from a bigboard advertising a sunblock . Or not! We must go to Australia to hunt crocodiles. Safari! Exactly! We must go to Africa on Safari - and now I'm crawling among the grass, sneaking up to the hyena with a sniper rifle.
And yet this fucking subconscious had time to draw me, drinking tequila with sailors somewhere in Tabasco in the Mexican portside diner with music of Julio Iglesias, well, or what else they are listening to, sees me in a climbing equipment clambering on the rocks of Topanga Canyon, and in the end for some reason it painted for me... a winter taiga, a bear, vodka, pelmeni and a Russian bath.
I sometimes have a feeling that it's not me, but someone else is scampering on the Internet to learn the program of clubs in Ibiza, looks at pictures of those countries in which I have never been, pushes me to the fact that I need to go to the shooting gallery and learn how to shoot ... and it would be cool to ride a lianna somewhere in Colombia or Peru.
And in the end, it painted for me one more old Wishlist - my huge dark study with heavy curtains, a pile of books and a huge globeheight as my height - I would twist it, point a finger at some place and say - Here!

Tell me, It's only with me that my fantasy does such strange things or does it happen to you too?