I'm told that it's good to have an active fantasy life. To dream of doing things you'd never actually do in the paint is a stress reliever and -- even though you'd never actually carry out your fantasy -- it's good for your mental health.
For instance, I have a fantasy about winning the Texas lottery. In this fantasy, I proceed to use the money to rent a C5 Galaxy and crew, then I hire four illegal immigrants to load my selected cargo on-board.
After loading, we'd fly to my destination, and I'd hang off the back ramp, one arm around an uber-kitten in a black leather trenchcoat and high-heels, me bellowing, "That's how we do a fatwa in Texas, you sonsa[deleted]!", as she pours swigs of 25-year-old bourbon down my throat and my faithful illegal immigrants heave 270,000 pounds of pig carcasses off the back ramp at tree-top level over an un-named Arabic city.
Might take a couple of passes to get all 270,000 pounds out, come to think.
See, that's a fantasy. Nice little day-dream about doing things that are normally unthinkable -- in this case, there is no way I'd ever find an uber-kitten who'd be willing to pour booze and wear a black leather trenchcoat.
But, it does make for a nice little day-dream.