Did you ever imagine yourself in a movie?

Blogger erased the first post.... I originally left this sentence , "will post again when my brain recovers from the screech of denial. "

I was using understatement - I was beyond screeching - try howling, ranting and throwing my hands up in disgust only to slap on a "stay tuned" on this blog and walk away for a few HOURS.

Here I am - trying again. (10 PM)
Taking the question above at face value tends to be a cut and dried answer of "yes" or "no", but that's not what my question is all about. My focus is a bit more playful than that.

Seems I'm on a thematic roll - thinking about my past.

This question stems from the same well of inspiration. I didn't get it by myself however. Bailey(click) has a fun post today that had me laughing, acting silly and just enjoying myself. This blog is a direct result of participating in the zany comments ( on an aside - sad to hear about Aaron Spelling - man was pure genius - kind of reminds me of Gene Roddenberry)

So, have you ever imagined yourself in a movie?

NOT acting in, but BEING one of the characters? Something about the cast, setting, theme or clothing catches your imagination and you dream dreams of "If only it were me, I'd do/say this or that."

Have you ever stopped watching for a moment and wondered :
"If I could step into the film, what scene would I chose to experience?"

My personal favorite is musicals. Remember - Paint Your Wagon, The King and I, Oklahoma!, West Side Story, South Pacific, The Sound of Music, Finian's Rainbow and Brigadoon? The sets were grand, the music heartfelt and emotional while the clothing was scrumptious and ultra-feminine - mostly.

I wanted to dance with the King ( The King and ME) , walk amongst the corn that's "as high as an elephant's eye".
You'd find me wanting to " wash that man right INTO my Hair (any man- remember I was a hormonally influenced teenager, LOL)- from South Pacific and visit also the haunting Bali Hai. I wished to have that magical leprechaun from Finian's Rainbow fall in love with ME ( any leprechaun looking like Tommy Steele was a candidate) and I yearned to experience finding a magical and mystical Scottish town that was full of ancient Highlanders a la Brigadoon.
To hear men singing to me of the emotions of their heart with such earnestness and talent it raises the goosebumps on my goosebumps in romantic thrill.
I secretly thrilled to the thought that I'd be a female JET from West Side Story.

Close your eyes and let the music take you places.

You can you know , with those old musicals.
Why do you think that is?
Easy.
You can understand every word of the lyrics.
You can hum the tunes - even years later.
In fact , at times throughout your life, you'll suddenly become concious that you've been humming your favorite tune, for instance - "A Wand'rin Star" from Paint Your Wagon , and it's stuck in your mind like a burr.

I imagine: that I'm the girl left behind - the wind called Mariah whispers the lament sung by my love so very far away. He'd left to find the means to afford us a better future - and now feels so lost. Alone. His words touch my heart and I cry out my response but Mariah's breezey attention is fickle at best and he'll never know I feel the same.

Isn't imagination a wonderful thing?

Come play!