Dreams

If we dream our lives, and we can make our dreams, then don't we make our lives? We can expirence the most splendorously intricacate fantasies, and the most horrible nightmares. Since we make both nightmares and fantasies, does that mean that we prefer to have both? Usually people say they like to have good times, good dreams, and a good life. Yet our nightmares still exist. Do they serve a purpose? Are they the opposite of our fantasies, or are they something different? Are they on their own? Do they depend on each other? Can't some people expirence mostly fantisaful lifes, while others horridly nightmarish lifes? Can anyone aviod one or the other? Do we get pleasure from our fears? Are we displeased with our fantasies? Do we allways try to make our fantasies better? Do we allways try to make our nightmares worse? Why does a most horrible nightmare and an incrdible fantasy often end in death. Why do we wake up quickly from fantasies but linger in nightmares? Why does time seem to move fast when we are pleasured but move slow when we are pained? Are we all part of a single dreamer? Does this dreamer ever wake up? If he wakes up where is he? If he wakes up, is he still dreaming? What would life be without dreams?