I’m just starting to lose sight of what makes this world more important or better than my other one. In both I have a sense of continuity, though my one in my dreams is more exciting. In my dreams I’m always full of energy, boundlessly creative, clever, mischievous, fully confident in everything I do. I’m basically a god with insane abilities and powers and everyone in the dream world knows who I am because of it. I’ve been to jail several times, I’ve raised families I’ve killed, I’ve survived, I’ve saved countless lives, I’ve been to war, I’ve been to Heaven and Hell, the list goes on.
The nicest parts are that I have complete control over everything that happens in my dreams. If things get to be too much to handle or too scary I can just change the dream, or if it gets too awful, I wake up. Also there’s really no consequences. If someone dies, they can show up again. Death means nothing. Heck I brought someone back to life just last night. If I royally embarass myself I can make everyone forget it ever happened. Things aren’t always perfect in my dream world, but I always have a chance to fix things.
Now enter real world. I have a heavy body that I’m stuck to. I can’t switch between bodies of different inhabitants of the world to get different perspectives. I can’t change my own form. In this body I am pretty weak. I can’t fly at all. I can’t phase through walls. I have no powers. I have no control over the world around me. If things are bad, I can’t always fix them, and if things are horrible, I can’t wake up. In waking life I’m exhausted, 24/7. I can’t be as vibrant as I am in my dreams because the energy just isn’t there. Everything here has permanent consequences. Why is the waking world so much better and considered more important than the dream world? I don’t understand. My quality of life here is vastly lower than my dream-life. It’s literally depressing to come back to this every day and deal with mundane things that cause me heaps of anxiety and distress.
To be honest, if I had to choose which world to cut ties with so I could live in the other completely, I would choose my dreams. So called “reality” is not so fantastic, and I can’t see why everyone is so caught up in it to the point of obsession.