I don’t need evidence. I’m right here, proof of my own existence.
Growing up and learning how to function was very bad for the daydreaming process. It’s a trade-off. Functioning is a wonderful thing; it pays the bills, it’s often entertaining, and it gives you a ticket to participate. But you lose the languid, wild, immersive world of the daydream.
Most people keep lists of writing prompts handy for when they’re stuck. I take it one step further: I write prompts when I’m stuck, instead.