You've a point. But I don't think we'd be dreaming these other lives if it weren't for some sort of lesson. There's usually a problem that would teach a lesson. If that makes sense? Or maybe I'm just looking at this with rose colored lenses.
Goodness, I'd prefer that metaphorical wrench whacking my face ten times more than dreams about taxes. Mine start of as me being some elven-like princess to some kingdom with different races. Forest people, dessert people, water people, rock people. To put it simply.