I am sure there are plenty of people walking around living their daily lives having not met their physical and emotional needs for the day, causing them to walk around in a daze, or a haze, or dream-like nightmare, but for me, the cross over goes the other way. Maybe I am lucky or maybe one severe walking nightmare was enough for me to not want to return to that dreamland - in fear that world may become a new reality. For example, when I first started biking, I took one typical route that I would bike to and from the same location four days every week, twice on Saturday and Sunday. On my way home there was a house I would pass by that reminded me of a race course. Then I began to have a dream that I was a professional racer, and I would win awards and ride the racecourse frequently. When I woke up, I knew I wasn't a real racer, but I do continue to bike frequently.