It does not do to dwell on dreams.

Sometimes I get very upset about the fact that the fantasy worlds in which I become engrossed are not real. I become slightly depressed and frustrated that there are no magic wands, TARDIS, Starfleet, vampire castles, dragons, sonic screwdrivers, lightsabers, tin dogs, iron man suits, androids, magic compasses, transforming robots, flying deloreans, bottomless purses or secret schools for mutants or wizards.
Then I think, these things all "exist" because people like me imagined them into being. I feel less alone in my longing for something extraordinary to be in my world. After all, just because it's in your head, why would that mean it isn't real? I can have whatever I want in my imagination and I can imagine whatever I want.