I have a shitty imagination.

I'd imagine that if you never woke up, you wouldn't care one way or another if it were a dream

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You can't recreate the chemical releases that go hand in hand with certain experiences.

Because reality sucks.

Both have their merits. Real life is physical, real. You shape the world around you through your actions and work. There's an instant response from any action you do, a feeling. No wonder you would be immersed. But I find that you can have a different sort of fun inside your head, if you have the imagination. It's not the same as the instant reaction you are awarded for doing something to the environment around you, but it has it's own unique and special place as well. And it is funny that you should ask this, because I'm writing something, right now, as I type this up. And it was inspired by a dream I had, which is rare. I don't remember my dreams. But I did for this one. And I had to write about it. So, let me take a little snippet out of it for you. Here we are. Enjoy. While life is rewarding in it's own right, you can go to places so far beyond physical constraints if you use your mind. [spoiler]Through the large viewport, and between breaks in enormous, blue-green tinged clouds, sat the world known as Tarkaven. Specifically speaking, it wasn’t quite a world all on its own. Hanging in the sky, like an immense Christmas ornament, sat the gas giant Tarkaven orbited, Genlaic. It glowed a beautiful orange and red in the sky, and its massive ice rings dominated the view. And beyond that, was the lonely old blue star they orbited, putting out dim rays of light, which bounced off of Genlaic, providing Tarkaven with much needed light. Below on Tarkaven, the landscape began to form as the orbital elevator continued its descent. Everything glittered like crystals across the landscape, and small greenish-blue forests stood out against the vast ice plains that made up over 70% of the planet. Tarkaven was known as one of the most beautiful worlds known to man, and, sitting in his seat, Davidson could see why. The light of the dim blue star, combined with the view of Genlaic in the sky, and the icy world that lay below, was something else. Far off in the distance, Davidson could make out one of the galaxies own great phenomenon’s Tarkaven was extremely cold, so far away from its sad little star. But it was rich with oxygen. So rich, in fact, that for a time, Humanity had all of its eyes on this world. Humans felt energized here, and the slightly lower gravity helped immensely as well. But, there was a hidden trump card. The plantlife, and it seemed, and the oceans, hundreds of miles below frozen ice, released a unique compound into the air during certain seasons, which if breathed in enough, was lethal to humans. But, it also had a very, very special effect on this world. When in great quantities and cloud forms, the particles rubbed together and great static electricity was generated, resulting in huge, planetwide thunderstorms. When the electricity traveled through these particles, it melted them, nearly instantly. But, due to the brief nature of the lightening, and how extremely cold Tarkaven was, the heat died out in only a few milliseconds, and the path of the water vapor the lightening had taken and created, froze. Frozen lightening as they called it, arced out in great strikes miles long across the alien sky, and then shattered into ice, falling to the world below. It was such a beautiful event. A great blue flash of light, and in the instant that followed, a mile long, arcing column of deep blue-green ice formed, and then collapsed, falling to pieces on the world below. And right now, a few hundred kilometers away, was one of these brilliant storms. Davidson and the others watched, in awed silence, at the beautiful event before them. It couldn’t be described in words. He doubted, that even one of Earth’s ancient artists or painters could find the right way to express what was happening before their very eyes.[/spoiler] It's still in rough form right now, so ignore bugger-ups and stuff like that. I believe what I have here is sufficient enough to prove my point.

I'm constantly daydreaming. Even when I should be concentrating.

Because real sex is better than imaginary sex with your hand.

Lol

Because it is real.

Because eventually you have to break out of said dream state in order to go about necessary things.

Because the species wouldn't survive if we were content with thinking things.

If I dream about being on a yacht in the Caribbean and then wake up I would lose all the pleasure from that dream because I'd forget it and simply the fact I'd realize that it wasn't real. Now if I was actually there then I would have the memories and experience of actually doing whatever it was in the dream.

If imagining things felt better than reality, as awesome as that would be, then you would probably be considered mentally ill.