Earth is a Place of Rest & Recuperation from Our Tortured Dream Reality

"Those that ask to 'see' must endure the 'vision'." That's my summary of the Dream State as alternative Reality to this one, this soft cosiness. I mean, they've happened all my life, these insane vivid nightmares. I thought I'd grow out of them, like I grew out of my teenage asthma. But, no......... night after night........ three, four, five times a night.............  hyper-vivid action-adventure dreams that feel 'a lot more real' than this bland place, this Water Planet of Corporate Profit known as "Earth". A Dream World so real and detailed and ruthless, that I have to FORCE MYSELF to flee from it, when the going gets too tough. Night after night, I'll lie there in the gasping dark of my bed, looking up at the ceiling, not dreading, but not eager to return to this world of warped insanity. Realness of the kind that's riddled with torture of the left eye, with ballpoint pen and tweezers and hammer, until that eye gives up its fluid from the white-hot spasming ruptured normals of its sphere. What is the use of such dreams if to only reflect, for us, the content of our Earthly day. I don't have such days as this, ramming boiling instruments into innocent eyeballs for fun. I don't have a normal Earthly life where I'm confronted by an earlier incarnation of myself, angry and defenseless and destroyed by a kick to the chest. I don't live a life that's ANYTHING LIKE the things I dream about, I don't even find this stuff in the mainstream or alternative media I saturate my days with, so where am I getting this ludicrous horror content from? Hence the title of this post: Earth is a place of Rest & Recuperation from our Tortured Dream Reality.