I watched "The Imaginarium Of Doctor Parnassus" today. The play of images on one's imagination, combined with the tie-in of morality made me question the world today. Have we become too busy to either use our imagination or heed basic morality? Personally, I drift off into my imagination several times a day for a few minutes and I love it there! Everything there makes more sense. However, my imagination is not all good. It isn't a paradise, like the one Tony sees with Valentina. It isn't full of things that make me happy. My imagination has both good and bad stuff. Its more real that the world I see around me.
So the question I now have is this. How many of us would wander into Dr. Parnassus' imaginarium without worrying about forfeiting our souls to the devil?
What are the things that prevent us from walking into the imaginarium?
I'd walk into his imaginarium gladly. All the things I would see in there would even each other out quite well I think.
I'd probably hear all my favourite rock bands playing on separate stages, drug lords tempting the people around me to smoke up while I would get passively high. There would be a lot of dogs running all over the place, and motorcycles parked all over free for me to ride. I'd see a horde of select men whom I shall not specify here. There would be good single malt whisky available on tap, and possibly some beer. There would be a large number of books ranging from Tinkle, Archie Comics and Noddy to Pride and Prejudice. Cartoons ranging from Daffy Duck and Bugs Bunny to Monsters Inc. All kinds of movies, plants and beaches with gorgeous blue oceans. I would travel from one section to the other on a machine that is a cross between a surf board, V rod, and yacht.
There will be an endless choice of temptations that I may give into, with their consequences mentioned like a calorific chart behind a chocolate bar.
I would be able to find all the people I have lost touch with to get a glimpse into their lives, and not be able to edit the situation. Just see.

On the other hand, I wonder if I live to much in my imagination? Have I stopped catching up with the latest temptations and ulterior motives that people around me have? Is that why I seem to get into the situations I sometimes end up in? Should I fear the imaginarium more? Would I end up in a bleak world with dying trends that are not compatible with the present if I walked in?
These thoughts are shifting shapes in my mind like a boggart...
What do you think your imaginarium would be like?