Maybe it's because my life hasn't turned out the way I imagined it would when I was little, but I often feel like I'm in a living dream. Not necessarily a pleasant one either. Sometimes I feel like I'm detached from reality and I'm sitting on a cloud somewhere observing everyone. I never really feel like I'm actually participating in...any of this.
The right music, literature, or film can help intensify this perception, as can the right dream. Sometimes I wake up from a really fantastical dream and it feels like I've only walked into another one.
This self perceived dreamlike reality becomes especially true when you lose someone close to you. Last summer my father passed away and almost everyday since then has felt fictitious, a cruel joke that someone or something is playing on me. You go through everyday waiting to wake up, but you never do. You just have to learn to adjust.
Who knows though, maybe when this is all said and done we'll find that life really was a dream. And we'll wake up to dream another.