I grew up reading the Harry Potter series and was blown away by their world.
I was amazed at the fact that light came out at the end of a stick and that we could turn into someone else and walk in their shoes, literally. Cars and bikes could fly and people in the pictures moved and wandered at their whim.
I think what stuck with me the most was the fact that nothing was impossible. They did whatever they dreamed of and no one would call them mad or stupid. Through the pages of those books, I lived a life I never had and will never have.
As a kid, I wondered if some spell would put off the lights for me after I had snuggled up comfortably into the blanket in winters. I imagined what it would be like to have my wounds healed in a swoosh of a wand and of food floating mid air.
The dreamer that those books made out of me, stays in me. Forever. I wish I could apparate from home every day to work avoiding the pollution, noise and heat. I dream of going into my family pictures back home and looking at my mom and dad having dinner, my sister lying casually on our bed and my grand dad doing his pranayaams. And imagine the luxury of having your keys fly and come to you by just pronouncing a word. Also, if we could collect the tears of any person and look into their past - there would be no grudges. No one would judge any one and relationships would be simpler to manage.
May be all of this is possible and we aren't using our strengths effectively. Or may be all this is a nightmare and when we wake up, we will be Harry's world and that will be our reality.
Because, remember what Dumbledore said, "Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean it is not real?"