The Failure of the Dreamer

I dream at night of what life could be like were I to do all of the things I can do. I dream of many things; great and small. Only, I do not always believe my own dreams because of their fantastic nature. I am the dreamer of dreams but the dreamer must, ultimately, awaken. Should I have the choice, I would not dream such great dreams only to have them snatched away. Instead I would dream of life as I know it and wake to find all of my dreams fulfilled. I no longer want to dream in the clouds while living on the ground. Let me dream of where I am so as not to be teased by all of the possibilities that will remain un-realized. That is to say that I give in to a life of mediocrity. I give in to the dull and boring existence of the dreamless. I give in to the prison of the real.
But... I still dream of a day when I can dream again...