I dream of a life that will never exist. I imagine a version of myself that I could never be.
I do it because without that fantasy, I would have to do something else.
So I lead a whole other life in my head while I work, while I drive,
before I go to sleep. Although curiously not when I'm asleep.
It helps me to live my actual life. It helps me to get by. Everyone does something to get by.
A few don't have to.
It's funny though because even my fantasy life isn't perfect. I purposely come up with flaws, some challenge or other to overcome. I also do that to get by.
There's a few things humans need & a sense of accomplishment is one. A sense of purpose is another. A person to share your life, or someone to blame it on.
Lastly, a way to vent.
There are many ways to vent, but many people don't take into consideration how much they need to vent, nor the means by which they need to do it.
But it is a necessary. We need to leave who we are sometimes, whether mentally or physically.
& so, we dream. We dream because we have to. Because sometimes, we can't leave physically. Sometimes we can only dream.