and never the twain shall meet

My first post.  Why is it that in the moment dreams seem so much more real than "real" itself? Why does life look so different than the magical moments we imagine?  There are two tracks in life - the idealized and the realized...and rarely shall the twain meet.  We believe we are great, that we can accomplish, that we can make a difference, to the world, but mainly to ourselves.  Yet we find ourselves consumed with the basic tasks of living.  Consumed with our bodies and our monies and our foods, and what about the life?