Dreaming vs. reality
So the past year and a half of my life has been pure hell. It started out with a tic bite then the people told me I had Lyme's, but I had felt like this before and still do. My equilibrium is off everyday, it's hard for me to work, and it drains my energy and motivation towards anything. I'm ready to live life again but obviously something bigger than I does not want me to. The only thing good that happens to me besides having a great wife is my dreams. I'm healthy there, I'm free and living thank God for them I don't know what I'd do without them. It begs the question if reality is real. I mean I can't fly in reality, I can't go to other planets, sometimes I wonder what's the dream you know. There are certain dreams I've had were I wished I could stay forever and if given the choice I do it in a heartbeat. Is this normal?