Ever thought why we are suckers for films like Inception? Maybe because all the characters have to do is sleep and act out what they can’t do while awake, then gatecrash into others’ dreams, pulverize structures, reconstruct them, and create layers and layers of alternate realities until they get something right.
Whereas in real life, we keep still in our little room, maintain an uneasy truce with nasty neighbors and refrain from doing anything that can stain our reputation.
We love this predictability so much although it reduces us into weak little fools. It’s just too difficult to chase after what we want and deserve.