Fantasy Wealth vs Reality Wealth

Lindenmere, the ex-Marcos Estate

Wealth, to me, is just a fantasy. It is an incredible amount of money that you win and don't earn. A game I play if I drop a dollar or two on the lottery. In my mind I see big houses overlooking the water in different places, being able to redecorate without first looking at the price tag. Designing a swimming pool so that at night when I went to bed I could picture its beauty and smile into my fancy pillow. It's not ever having to think about money for anything. Travel? No problem, I would have a private jet. Drive my car when I am scared to at night? I would have a driver. Lovely, original art on the walls, gifts to nice people that I don't even know; giving to family and friends is of course, a given.
I realize it's a fantasy, I know I'm never going to have the money to buy such things, ever, but for a dollar per dream, it's worth it to escape reality. Wealth, in my fantasy, is never having to worry about money ever again. Wealth in my reality is everything I have, a loving family, some great old friends, my gorgeous nine year old shelter dog and an old handkerchief that belonged to my father when he was alive, soft, thread bare but always with me in my pocket.