Imagination causing wistful feelings?
This is difficult to phrase, but I will try my best. I've often immersed myself in fiction or sci-fi/fantasy novels (and movies but to a lesser extent) and I've come to realize something. Humans have such a capacity for imagination. We dream up entire worlds, civilizations, and species in our heads, and we bring forth these ideas into literature, cinema, and other forms. But these fantastic ideas only exist in our minds, whether we're reading a book or watching a movie. Do you ever feel a sense of loss that the things we imagine just don't exist? We dream up such wonderful stories and universes, but they will never actually exist.
Sometimes I wish I could just exist in the universe of one of my favorite book series. Maybe I sound crazy; I don't take these things very seriously. I'm only saying that I wish the things we imagine could be real. I wish there actually was a wardrobe leading to Narnia, or a way into Middle Earth. Wouldn't it be cool if there actually were mythical creature like dragons and elves and stuff like that? Does anyone understand what I'm trying to explain, this sense of sadness that our imaginations won't ever be reality?