I pretended to have a few when I was little since I thought it was expected of me, but I never believed they were actually there. I've never had the ability to believe in imaginary friends, sadly enough.
I've...had something going in adulthood that I can't quite explain, though. I don't consider it an imaginary friend. I just started thinking over what it would have been like for the native people who lived here before the Europeans. I know the area my house is now in was once the bottom of a glacial lake; remnants of that lake are still nearby. And I once had a dream that a Mide (medicine) lodge stood where our house is, way back before we were here. That seemed significant. I wondered if maybe native peoples once camped on the shore of the shrinking lake in what would've been the area of our front yard now. And over time this daydream morphed into me thinking about one particular native guy, likely Anishinaabe (Odawa or Ojibwa), living in this area and then I wondered what it would be like if while I'm daydreaming about him, he's sort of existing in his own time, and yet can see into my time as well, and he wonders who this white woman is existing in the same space in this weird lodge. Maybe to him I'm the imaginary character he's daydreaming about. Anyway, this guy pops into my thoughts from time to time, especially when I'm feeling ill; the last time I remember this happening was when I had a bad UTI last year and was sitting in my room late at night, doing very poorly (I thought it was a flu), and I imagined this man hovering around nearby watching over me.
I decided not to try deliberately summoning up his image whenever I feel like it, just let him come whenever he comes, so I haven't "sensed" him since then, that I can recall. Kind of bummed. It's nice to think of him being around, and discouraging that the only reason he might have come around was because I was willing it to happen. Kind of hoped it was something he was doing himself.
Anyway, I wouldn't consider that an "imaginary friend" but then again I don't know what it'd be called, aside from me sounding psychotic.
If I don't reply to you, it's NOTHING PERSONAL. It's my ANXIETY.
(Devetko's boyfriend Stan Brooks & Det. Reichert are horsing around.)
Det. Kristeva: "If it were legal you'd marry me, right?"
Det. Devetko: "Definitely."
(It's legal now!! But Kristeva's already married. ;_; )
"No canoes...no maple sugar...this place is horribly uncivilized."--Manabozho, Escape From Manitou Island