Sometimes I catch John sitting at the dining room table, which happens to also be our homeschool desk, daydreaming. I usually tell him to get busy, stay on task, quit daydreamin' or some such monicker for what it is I think he is doing - except what he is supposed to be doing and that is school work.
A couple weeks ago, I had an early morning shift at the weather station at the airport. It would be one of my last over these next couple months. I was walking the fenced-in perimeter (I work in a secured, gated facility) and I caught myself daydreaming as I walked. Walking is two-fold: it is exercise, yes, but it is also an opportunity to look at the clouds. As a weather observer it is what I do. Sometimes, that walk around the perimeter allows time to daydream.
My daytime dreams sometimes are just that - where my mind dreams away into senseless wanderings. Other times they aren't so much dreams as they are conversations with myself: to do lists, crafts I want to make, blog posts I'm considering, recipes I want to make the next month, conversations I need to have, plans for homeschooling...and then even other times they aren't dreams either, or conversations with myself, but they become conversations with my God.
I realized someplace along the way that day dreams are fruitful not fanciful. I imagine they may be fanciful at the time but more often than not they spur on action, or imagination, or conversation, or quality-results.
Next time I catch John daydreaming I'm gonna' rethink interrupting those dreams. He may just be talking to God, or planning his next Lego war, or the battleplan he'll next put to paper through his art. And maybe they are just fanciful dreams but I think more often than not they've given him pleasure, as they have me.