Comparing Fantasies To a Decorated Cake

An old sweetheart of mine never believed in daytime dreams, because they shattered quickly and shaking her unconvinced head silly words came out of her mouth admitting, " Aren't fantasies unrealistic dreams... when they appear more tempting then a cake with irresistible frosting? And while she cut it with careful fingers, " The outside tasted very sweet, but the inside looked kind of hard; its whipped cream was soft and white, its filling was solid and not much inviting! " It's worse than a thriller too unconvincing and trite, although to the novice novelist the tragic plot appeared to be real with the small-minded bigot. Comparing fantasies to a decorated cake is a huge and unforgivable mistake, the ingredients look fine and exquisite; but who garnishes it may lack artistry and gastronomic skills to create an extraordinary delight not applauded by someone who's inquisitive about what went into it before baking it, and laying it down on the table it looks perfect. Are we still pursuing hallucinating fantasies that weave themselves into allusive dreams that make others notice how disappointing they are having put all our trust in them? Is this an end to dreaming coming to grips with a stark and naked reality never being challenged by a mindless dreamer who causes an ahem not realizing that he's in a dire state of optical illusions... instead of being persuaded that nobody ever wins.