Oooo...deep.
Hmmmm...
Reality and I are on bad terms at the moment. Not that I feel as though I'm living on a giant marshmallow surrounded my happy bunny rabbits or anything...though that sounds pleasant.

It's more that I feel completely entrenched by reality.
I guess I define reality as mundane day-to-day existance. Worrying more about your next mortgage payment than such awesome things as how we fit into the larger fabric of the cosmos. I have a friend who can honestly understand the interconnectivity between himself and all things. I envy him that. So, reality is perspective.
The first time I saw an episode of LAIN, I was devastated by the concept of alternate reality. I'd heard about it before, of course, but this idea of a similtaneously existing world of equal value was crushing. I wanted an alternative so badly. An existance where I matter, not just as a cog, but as the wheel. I will never be happy until the fate of the universe rests on my shoulders. lol I don't want fame (though I'll take the money any day), but I do really want to feel like existance itself is worthwhile.
Oooooo, I am soooo emo! lol