I sleep into a world full of adventures, in post-war apocalyptic earth, where my days include fighting starved, scavenging monkeys, wild cats, and robots on long narrow pipes. I wake up in a world of bland misery and loneliness. No quest to fulfill, and no enemies to crush. I live in the fantasies of the people in my dreams. In peace and quiet with solitude and abundance. The grass is always greener on the other side. We crave what we lack. Is eliminating desire the best way to deal with the void. Or working hard and changing your reality to match your dreams the way to go. I’m stuck at this forked road for a long time now. Does having to choose one eliminate going back to the other. I guess not.