This could come across as a bit way out. 
I'm two stops down the road from reality than my wife. I read clive barker books, watch films, don't give work or bills a second thought and just concentrate on that nights tv viewings. 
My wife's head is full of dull reality and facts and all the REAL things that happen everyday. But me, I'm wondering about ghosts and life after death etc and tv/film so this puts all problems further away than my wife has them and so I'm more protected. I use this as a shield. Now with my recent non drinking escapade, I was at the same reality bus stop as my wife and I hated it. 
I touched on this by saying that reality had been too close lately and having tonights beers felt great because I'd been trying to push reality away lately. To which she replied "thanks a lot". She has an incredible skill for twisting real meanings into me saying she's horrible. I think I could almost say anything at all and she could say I was slagging her off.
"it's been a bad day at work today"
"oh it has, has it? What because you knew that you were coming home to us eh, eh?"
Christ, it must be exhausting being like that.
So I play out my existence under some sort of displacement from cold reality as it's not a comfortable place for me.
I dream a lot too, I wonder if I dream more than her, actually thinking about that...yes I can recall conversations where she's said stuff like.. "I dreamt we had an argument...."
And I dream of ghosthunting or surviving in a zombie infested future with a big gun. I guess that speaks volumes.