Lost in a Dream

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If dreaming is a drug, then I'm a junkie.

For most people, sleeping is an obstacle. Something to get out of the way, so they can get back to their life. For others, it's an escape to nothing, a blissful break from the wears of life.

It's the opposite for me.

I live so that I can dream; I work so that I can go home and close my eyes, awakening in the real world. My real world. After all, what is reality if not the place where dreamsdon'tcome true?

Can you fight a dragon on your way home from work, or conquer a foreign land to save an oppressed people from their malevolent overlords after vacuuming the living room? Can you visit a land where mountains look like freshly baked phyllo dough, or live in a castle bigger than my apartment complex?

Tigers instead of taxes. Monsters instead of men with too much power.

Reality is just the word we came up with to accept a mundane life. A birthing place for grander ideas we wish could materialize.

I choose to live in a world where they do.