Turquoise Fuzzies

A rather peculiar thing happened to me last night, I woke up and I was in another world. This world seemed so real. Was it a dream? ... Hmmm... Not sure... but sometimes I wonder if it was somewhere I have always wanted to envision and become part of, but never allowed myself to enter until I woke up and was 30. It seems absurd to actually contemplate that I am not a child. My world was so entwined in mysticism and creativity that I wondered if my mind wanted to embrace that fantasy all the time. Yet ...developmentally I know I couldnt stay there and take part in this world I entered and wanted to still be in. Rhetorical statements are so obscure at times and seem to be drifting away from me... I wonder if I will grasp hold of my adulthood... but if I do, I will never encounter this comfort zone that I want to go back to... or do I?