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You know, imaginary friends, those little guys you stuck up for when you were little? Share your memories with them with us.
As for my imaginary fiends, mousey and his family, and for a short period of time an orange dog called dilbert. But my imagination was really going downhill at that time, I was more creative with pet rocks.
So who were your imaginary friends?

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If I had posted during the time of COVID, COLA woulda called me worse than the virus.

I used to have one, but he stopped playing with me so I shot him in the head, you must always do what the invisable leprechaun tells you to.

Heh, I read the last 3 options and it made me laugh. So I chose "Wanna Bet?"

But I had 3. Each were "people."

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I had one imaginary friend named Penfold... You know, Dangermouse's sidekick? He wasn't that Penfold, though. He just happened to have the same name. We had some good times.

Now most of my thought process is in the form of me talking to someone, for some reasons, so I've made up a few imaginary friends since then to talk to. But usually I use characters that already exist, or sometimes real people. It's easier.

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"Explain to me how drowning them would not ruin their date."

I never had one, but I think I DID TRY to have one once. It didn't work. XD

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I had many, many, many imaginary friends. 26, in fact.

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I did, too, without ever realizing that I had a TON of imaginary friends. I had a whole hoard of imaginary Care Bears, as well as two stuffed whales with whom I claimed to talk to telepathically, and a winged boy about my own age who was the only really "human" imaginary friend of mine.

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You look like you need a hug.
*hug*
There, now don't you feel better?

I had one. It was my Teddy Bear, named Teddy. I miss him .

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I have recurring dream characters in my lucid dreams, so I suppose you could say that I still have imaginary friends.

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wow, i didn't think of dreaming up friends. i just used that opportunity to shoot people.

I had a few, part of my superhero/secret agent team.

Me too, except I just talk to myself. I usually do it like a narrator. Most of my make-believe games would be narrated, and sometimes the narration would end up being the whole game--I'd just walk back and forth telling this incredibly complex story, usually too complex to act out, since I don't have superpowers.

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I could use some salve.

Yes, me too! That winged boy was one of them. His name is Rupert, and he lives in a village in my lucid dreams. He likes to play guitar and he lives with his mother and his younger sister. He actually doesn't have wings anymore, and at first, we weren't friends. At first, he was madly in love with me, and I found him annoying. But I grew to like him, and he admitted to me that he didn't actually love me. Actually, he was jealous because my lucid self had wings, and he wanted wings too. So he struck up a deal with a dark spirit in order to gain wings, so long as he pretended to love me. But when he actually liked me as a friend, he became sad--and he relinquished his pact. He lost his wings, but he gained his freedom. He also kept his real power, which was shapeshifting.

He once came to me in a nightmare to comfort me and make me feel better. He was a nice guy.

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You look like you need a hug.
*hug*
There, now don't you feel better?

Oh, I have loooots of imaginary friends. Like James and John and William and Michael and Robert and David and Richard and Charles and Joseph and Thomas and Christopher and Daniel and Paul and Mark and Donald and George and Kenneth and Steven and Edward and Brian and Ronald and Anthony and Kevin and Jason and Matthew and Gary and Timothy and Jose and Larry and Jeffrey and Frank and Scott and Eric...

My point is, you take what you can get [s]in solitary confinement. [/s]

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No, I don't recall having any.

If so, that would make me even more lame. XD



...and Groucho, Harpo, Chico and Zeppo.

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So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?

actually "mousey" was kind of modeled after one of those richard scarry drawings of mice.

But my imagination has improved...chicken stew...what could be more creative than that.

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If I had posted during the time of COVID, COLA woulda called me worse than the virus.

I don't know about a Chicken Stu, but last night I dreamed I had a chicken named Matilda. Who could magically change colors.


....Yyyyep.

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You look like you need a hug.
*hug*
There, now don't you feel better?

I once dreamed that a plunger fell on my head and I couldn't get it off.

Actually I kind of see people that other people don't see..I think it's called being a lavender child

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If I had posted during the time of COVID, COLA woulda called me worse than the virus.

I always desperately wished for an imaginary friend... That's pretty sad, isn't it?
I guess I've always been the lonely type.

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