What's your escape?

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I "escape" to my own moon. It looks much like the moon earth has, completly white with craters and lots of different shaped stones thou it's about 300 km in diameter and has the same gravity as earth.
My moon is orbiting a planet that looks like neptune and that planet is orbeting two orange suns but I almost never seen those, I prefer being on the side of the moon where I (almost always) have wiew over the Sombrero galaxy and about 1 month per year I can see the galaxy M61 from that spot as well. Sometimes I can see a blue-greenish nebula, extremly beautifull, but I havn't figured out its schedule yet. The best part of it all is that there is no sounds at all there, just me by myself and nothing to disturb or stress me.
I can walk around on my moon or just sitt on a rock and observ all the wonders surronding me.
(I have lots and lots of more details about my moon and its surrondings but I feel like I've alredy written too much.)

Well come visit me in Thailand Getting a nice cheap house, on the beach, I go for a walk retirement, during spring break lol. Cheap inexensive food, paradise living, excellent modern health care and modern aminities combined with a jungle paradise. I could even get active in the community helping out poverty. The Phlipeens look nice, however there are currently wars there. However, if South America continues their growing trend... I may decide to move to Brazil or someplace where lots of retired old guys from around the world end up.

As for my fantasy world..... I enjoy my Man Cave, or my cuture Man Cave full of my wore and thread beaten souviners Such as a Sumi Poster, WYD poster from the train, and other really cool cool stuff. This is my secret lair. Sort of like Dennis Rader's evil lair, except mine would be a REAL place of a hero not a demon ina hero skin....

I also fantasize that my life my body (home to many mitochondreas (individual life forms, Billions of them, are a homeland for these creatures and my personality or Caseyland-1 is president of this country. Is this country. Because I suffered a perscution complex, this country's struggles for self determination and survival resembled the strife and sorrow similar to Palistine, or Israel's sadness over a 35 year history and seen great growth and drama, economic booms and busts (when my life was going up and down with money), Even changes of government ( when i experimented with personal beliefs, so far a Mormon Kingdom was the most stable, which was a very rocky existance and turblent period in Caseylander history 4 years. It's government body was the Ego, and a 'constitution"(personal disciplen and rules). Where the President (the thing in my brain or personality that actually talks, and does things my consciousness). At first it began as a silly joke, but somehow took on a life of it's own. Now the Ego parlament has been disbanded, and the country exists as a benign anarchist nation. Which can reactivte in times of trials and tribulations and emergencies.

For other cases. I have a recurring fantasy that I'm the host of a silly reality sitcom, called the Caseyshow, where I play a really silly jerk who always gets powned, punked, F-bomb and "S" in life, despite be being a Mr Bean kind character who alway like Mr bean finds silly ways out of problems, and loses. Because life is extremely absurd with it's dramas, unreal surreal stupdity. I currently live with my dad in China, and it's a nightly gong show of angry yelling, business stress of having no food no money, and possibilty eviction when I stayed up in Cangzhou with my step brother. and my adventures in life, are surreal.So I usually say when I'm bored and Aspie "static" builds up and I blurt out "You're watching the Casey Show", as I now god will punish those who made me cross in this life, get thier own medicen back, when they have to watch this as court evidence of how their perscutions drove me to Blache Duboirs like fantasies to cope. Where I refer to movies and games and other works of fiction, to describe the abstracts. As this was my escape, so it's natural that my mind would concoct this fantasy. Maybe I really am on a reality show called Earth, and God-ess like Aliens watch us fall in love, fight, war, sex peace, laugh cry, kill, sexually assult, obtain justice (legal and illegal), revenge, cold shoulder. Think about it, life is weird, De Ja vu experiences, Dreams, random meetings up with people we haven't seen in ages. (out of Billions of people). Arguments over trivial things like money, Doesn't life resemble the Gong Show? And life is a stage? We all have our exits and entrances?

I also have the ability to exist in a state of mind as a Calgary Flames Fan. On the Flames board, we are eccentric to the point that we have a community not unlike the Muslim Umman or Christondom, with customs, and a unified lexicion and language. In this state of mind the Goal in game 4 counted, and the Flames won in 2004. Perhaps in an alternate dimention they did, and I'm Commander Cool (Homer Simpson), and we have the ability to make fantasy reality like the girl from Weird Science. And I can travel to Shumagorath. A Chuthuian world...

If all else failues, there's aways adult art. heh heh heh.

I passed out once when i was eight years old. I remember the blank space and how it felt to be unconscious it was comforting and I tried to recreate it in my mind. Over the years through meditation i have somewhat perfected this empty place that I go whenever i want. Its so subtle and so profound that any thought at all makes it disperse. I really enjoy going there probably more than i should.

>>> I see you made it to Buddhist Nirvana.

I used to be able to escape into reading books, shunning away reality with fiction.

Doesn't work anymore.

I escape via the piano and reading. Both worlds are literally black and white, so much simpler. The real world just melts away and I can explore an alternate reality.

Computer games like Masters of Orion 2, Civ 4, Civ 5, and Fallout 3 when I need to shoot stuff or blow things up.

My inner escape is a spacious, two-story log cabin made of oak that is located in a forest in the mountains. All of my favorite fictional characters (of which there are over a dozen) live there along with me. I frequently come up with sitcom-like stories about my "life" with them, which I have never written down out of fear of ridicule. Sometimes I also make up action/adventure stories about us which I like to envision as an RPG or even a fighting game. Those of course feature more "worlds" outside of our mountain dwelling.

To a quiet and peaceful garden, where gentle Mick Avory-like Sweet Peas grow.

I frequently retreat to a place inside my head. It doesn't always look and feel the same. There's frequently a theme, usually relating to my current obsessive interest. It can be tranquil, or stimulating. It tends to change itself, depending on my needs and mood at a given moment -- sort of a mental Room of Requirement, or perhaps a vast secret universe for me to explore. In this place, I can invent stories and characters. I can retell favorite stories from books and other media over and over again, exploring said stories from a variety of fascinating angles. I can relive pleasant or amusing memories relating to my interests. I can conduct lengthy imaginary conversations. Over the course of these conversations, I am free to monologue about my interests to my heart's content, and no one objects in this place. In this place, the confusing and tedious social rules of the outside world don't apply.
I love the idea of a safe haven, having a quiet place to hide out and temporarily escape the sometimes relentless demands of the outside world. It's no wonder that one of my favorite childhood books is The Secret Garden and this book remains an on again/ off again obsessive interest of mine to this day.
It's very important that I have adequate time to escape into my head, to immerse myself in my interests and thoughts without having to interact with anyone. This practice is a crucial component of recharging my mental batteries. If I have insufficient time for this, my functioning declines, and I become increasingly meltdown-prone. I couldn't survive without this place in my head.

A tunnel under the fence ...

Either in my own Imagination land or I go to my backyard and sit in the grass and talk to my cats.

I have some video games I play and totally tune out everything else. I read books (fiction). I have always imagined worlds to daydream in, often related directly to my interests. I've had some I've revisited for years and years. Also, my cats. Cats can get my attention in a way people never do.

I do that too. I just withdraw into the fictional universe of whatever story I have in my head at the time, and mull over what I have so far or make up new stuff, letting it play out like a movie in my mind.

I feel exactly the same way.

For me, my place of escape is both in my mind and in the real world place.Basically, there was a place that I often would visit when I was a child up to an adolescent that always spoke of serenity and calmness.Still I'll never be able to go back there since, I'm so far away distance wise but, remembering many of the aspects of it helps me to not feel unhappy nor lonely..