Reality is just so unoriginal. If it was a possibility to live in a dream land, I would.
Perhaps a woodland forest. Amongst the little critters, I would sing and wear ribbons in my hair and magical poofy dresses. I'd drink tea and collect berries with the foxes. I would pick daisies and sleep under the moon, next to the baby deer.
I'll knit flower stems to make crowns and wear feathers in my hair. I'll lay in the grass and stare at the clouds in the summertime with the bunnies and chipmunks.
In the winter, I'll help the squirrels collect acorns and build a little home in a wolf's den. The babies and I will watch the snow dance in nature's breathe and roll in the snow, giggling and squealing.
And I'll never be alone. I'll always have my little critter friends. Although they can't speak; we'll still chase each other through the trees, swim in the lakes, and drink from the streams.
In the times of harvest, I'll pick the apples from the trees and make yummy pies and treats. I'll build a cozy cottage and decorate it with cute trinkents and paintings and branches from the woods.
There's nothing wrong with having a head stuck in the clouds; those imaginary worlds we conjure up in our minds reflect who we are and what we desire. Although they will never become a reality, we find inspiration and ideas from these magical realms. Embrace your dreams. Sometimes in a dark world, they're the only hope.