Our dreams are firsthand creations rather than residues of waking life. We have the capacity for infinite creativity at least while dreaming we partake of the power of the Spirit the infinite Godhead that creates the cosmos.
All my day is spent dealing with other people. When I come home I like it to be empty. The presence of others in my house kind of annoys me. I love coming home and shutting the doors. I feel brain dead. I'm relatively available but not to live with.
