Casper Milquetoast's Cousin, Walter Mitty

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  compound complex

  "Walter, dear, I'm having you return the watering can to Framistanyl Mercantile. The spout holes are much too small and I haven't the entire afternoon to wile away watering my ageratum. Please hook up the new rubber garden hose to the rear bib and water my bed for me. There's a good lad," Mother Mitty carried on as Walter stared vacantly into his tiresome mother's eyes.

  On the other hand - the one not engaged with the careful unwinding of the rather stiffish 50 feet of rubber tubing - Walter saw his true reflection all too clearly in the bay window, dressed for the Kalahari safari for which the lordly Earl Smedley Snaithe-Witherswright had professionally engaged him. Pith helmet surely set at a jaunty angle atop the handsome and square-jawed head, a rakish Sir Walter led the desert-bound expedition into the Maw of Hell.
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  compound complex

  [...] this is sometimes called 'the Walter Mitty Syndrome' – after the day-dreaming character in Thurber's short story (and in the film called 'The Secret Life of Walter Mitty' starring Danny Kaye).
  
  A surprising number of people go in for the same sort of fantasies as you. Some of them actually go on to become fiction writers! This is because they utilise the power of their imaginations to create marketable stories. Honestly, I think that you should consider writing these fantasies down, and seeing how they look in print. You could then 'share' them with a friend and discuss them together. I feel that what you describe is quite harmless, and does not indicate that you must be heading for mental illness.

  www.netdoctor.co.uk/ate/mentalhealth/205456.html - I Live in a Fantasy World
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  compound complex

  "I say, Wally, quite a little junket we've set out upon, eh?" quipped the Earl.

  "Ah, right you are, Smeds, old chap," Sir Walter replied, drawing steadily but hugely upon his Meerschaum. "The Popa Falls will afford us the opportunity to view the occelated spiny eel in its natural habitat, a rare but worth-the-effort endeavour, if we're clever."

  " Mastacembelus vanderwaali , I must confess, has always been a favourite of mine and little Doxie." Pausing momentarily, as if in a deep and impenetrable thought process, all the while knitting up a considerable mass of eyebrows, the consternated Sir Smeds then demanded, with no little perplexed curiosity, "How do you mean, 'if we're clever'?"

  "The masta," Wally put in, "is an elusive little devil, intent against any and all capture forthwith by man or beast. It is a little known fact that ..."

  Before the expert anguilliformist/herpetologist could spew further dusty data on Class Osteichthyes, Dusilla Mambarta, trusted guide and scout to the party, interjected with barely disguised rapture, arms excitedly flailing about,

  "Bwana, mon petit homme important, Popa falling waters we find her! Come, follow!"

  Wasting no time and, surely with no further ado or adon't, the expedition ploughed a massive furrow forward, the two aristocrats in the vanguard.
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  beksbks

  CoCo!! CoCo Mitty!!! What have you done to my bed!!!???
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  compound complex

  Fully wound down the precipitous escarpment, both the savage and the cosmopolitan mottled crew arrived at the vale of La Grande Popa. There, in the capacious catch-basin of the thundering cascade, shone like the Jewels of the Blessed Madonna the venerable, the sacred occelated MASTA.

  Of course, given the uber superstitious character of those indigenous to the Kalahari Alluvial Delta, the natives fell of one accord to their collective knee, heads bowed in the deepest and most pious reverence to the spiny incarnation of their slimy deity. Though nominal and straitlaced Anglicans, both the Sir and the Earl, nevertheless, could not help but let fly a single half-choked sob betwixt themselves.

  The simple, besotted jungle folk refused to proceed further, daring not to tread upon sacred ground. Not to be deterred by such sodden malarkey, Sir Walter - solo - walked resolutely toward the hallowed waters. Once upon the basin and its roiling, sparkling vapors, Sir Walter removed his regimental trappings, rolled up and fastened his right blouse sleeve, and, with nary a wince, plunged his hand into the maelstrom.

  In a mere moment he pulled out his submerged limb, and there - amid the screams and wails of the pagan laity - writhed most ferociously the revered booty ... slashing ... thrashing ... wriggling to set itself free....

  "Walter Mitty!!! What have you done to my bed!!!???" bellowed an enraged Mrs. Mitty, as she gasped in horror while her seemingly entranced son, Walter, was fighting an out-of-control rubber hose under high pressure, water pummeling her silken bed comforter through an open bedroom window.
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  beksbks

  
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  compound complex

  Dear Beks:

  I thank you heartily for that which you do!

  Fondly,

  CoCo
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  beksbks

  You are the preeminent personality my dear CoCo, I am merely a prop in your play.
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  BabaYaga

  I grin widely while reading your dancing words

  though I might not know what to say or do other than grin

  
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  beksbks

  Sit down CoCo, and wipe that silly look off your face, your breakfast is getting cold. I declare, what will you do when I'm gone??