Nothing is More Powerful than the Imagination

“You may think you’re so powerful, but this is my dream,” said a scared mouse as he stared up at the dragon towering above him with fire raging around him. 

 

His dream had started out so serene as he had visions of beauty, love, and enchantment, but one negative thought and his beautiful dreams turned into terrorizing nightmares. 

 

What did he do?

 

If you know anything about Disney, you know I just described the climax of the nighttime show Fantasmic.

I know many Disney shows inside and out but this show has a special place in my heart.

 

The beginning of the show opens up with a monologue:

 

“Welcome to Fantasmic. 

Tonight our friend and host Mickey Mouse uses his vivid imagination to create magical imagery for all to enjoy. 

Nothing is more wonderful than the imagination, for in a moment, you can experience a beautiful fantasy, or an exciting adventure!

But beware— nothing is more powerful than the imagination. 

For it can also expand your greatest fears into an overwhelming nightmare.

Are the powers of Mickey’s incredible imagination strong enough and bright enough to withstand the evil forces that invade Mickey’s dream?

You are about to find out for we now invite you to join Mickey and experience Fantasmic— a journey beyond your wildest imagination.”

 

Okay. Let’s revisit certain parts of this monologue:

 

“Nothing is more wonderful than the imagination, for in a moment, you can experience a beautiful fantasy, or an exciting adventure!

But beware— nothing is more powerful than the imagination. 

For it can also expand your greatest fears into an overwhelming nightmare.”

 

When I was a little girl my imagination became my safe place. When I felt endangered or threatened I felt safety and solace in my stuffed animals and make believe worlds that I’d conjure up. I low-key started developing an escapist attitude, throwing on Rose Colored Glasses whenever things became bleak and overwhelming.

 

These Rose Colored Glasses would help here and there. My imagination was powerful and one moment I was a princess in charge of a falling kingdom, and the next I was Selina Kyle off to rob not only a jeweler but also Bruce Wayne’s heart. 

 

My imagination was my safe place.

 

When I was little my imagination was this large garden of blossoming thoughts where creativity and innovation would thrive. Slowly but surely, the seeds bad seeds were planted, or quite frankly to end this weird metaphor, negative thoughts crept in.

 

The smallest fears such as failing a test, losing friends, or being yelled at, developed into nightmares that would shake me to the core.

 

They started controlling not only me, but my life. I became less trusting and fearful as my nightmares became real. They transcended my mental dreamscape and found their way into my real relationships, real test scores, and real abusers.

 

The Rose Colored Glasses turned black and and it felt like I would never find my way out of this constant nightmare. My belief in Happily Ever After was waning and I was becoming more desperate for a way to end the nightmare and the pain that came with it.

 

Mickey found himself running from snakes (Jafar), cowering from a giant on a mountain (the Chernabog), and now face to face with a dragon (Maleficent). He could have stayed fearful, seeing how every time he thought he conquered his nightmares things just got worse.

 

Now he stands there face to face with this nightmare that’s getting worse and worse by the second.

 

“You may think you’re so powerful, but this is my dream,” said a scared mouse as he stared up at the dragon towering above him with fire raging around him.

 

He built up all the strength he had within him, grabbed the sword in the stone, and took control. He put the flames out and aimed his sword towards the dragon. Sparks flew and every powerful force in his nightmare vanquished with lights flashing and thunderous screams.

 

It was dark before a little fairy came out (yes Tinkerbell), illuminating the darkness and making way for Mickey and all his friends to come out. It was light and jubilant. After, he stood on top of a mountain top conducting fireworks from left to right creating imagery so beautiful I honestly can’t convey it in a single blog post.

 

I’m not going to lie and tell you that my anxiety doesn't still make appearances in my every day life. Anxiety is like that. It never fully leaves and sometimes it is a bit out of my control.

 

Anxiety is a bitch. It consumes you like Mickey’s nightmares did him and my depression did me. 

 

When I was younger I let my imagination create whimsical fantasies that I could escape to. As I grew older it consumed me with fear, anger, and hopelessness and that didn’t change until I decided I didn’t want to feel this way any more and even then it was a battle. I couldn't just choose to be happy and will my depression and anxiety away. I had to fight every single day and I still do sitting down in this chair.

 

I had my own forces of darkness to slay, and I still do, but the difference between then and now is that I’m using my imagination as a weapon. I forced the happy thoughts as I lay in the darkness of my nightmares until I could see a glimmer of light. I let that glimmer give me more strength until the light was blinding and I could see somewhat clearly again. I could go back to creating beauty and believing in love. Some darkness remains, but it exists now as a reminder of where I’ve been and how far I’ve come. It’ll never fully go away, and that’s a good thing. It keeps me in check. We need a balance of dark and light to fully function.

 

Now here I stand, living a life of adventure where my fantasy is reality and where happily ever after is real every single day of my life.

 

In the final moments Mickey stands on stage and looks at the crowd. There’s a moment of silence as he looks up at us.

 

“Some imagination, huh?” And just like that, he disappears, and the show ends with a clap of light.

 

Mickey let his fear control him, as I let my anxiety and depression control me. 

 

It wasn’t easy, but we both took control and honestly, you can too.

 

Remember, nothing is more fucking powerful than the imagination.

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