Choose A Side of the Door You Like

Last night my neighbors seemed to have a problem choosing a side that they liked. They were in and out 4 or 5 times. That is inconsequential but it did bring me to the thought that maybe that is what governs our lives. Maybe we get to choose the side of the door we want to be on but we don't get a preview so we don't know what is behind the door. It could be the door that takes us to freedom or the door that takes us to jail or to fabulous wealth. The other choice is to stay where we are. I picture it as a sterile white room with no visible features except a straight back white chair in the middle. It is boring but it is warm and safe and food arrives when it should.
Could be Soylent Green for all I know but it's food and I didn't have to work for it.
Not a pretty picture but sometimes I wonder, I just wonder how much of reality is real. Then I have a stroke of genius and realize that reality is only what I believe it to be. I try not to believe it is anything but a dream and that I will wake up sitting on a Downy bed with golden coverlet and pillow bolsters and that I am only 30 and fit as a fiddle and the last 25 years of my life never happened. How long do dreams last anyway?
My mind is rattling around inside my head like a dried pea. It feels as if my brain has shrunk up and dried out, pulled through a knot hole backwards so to speak.
I live in a castle in the clouds now. The whole world stretches before me as I gaze off my third floor balcony. This is a terrific place to listen to the neighbors fight it out. Well....anyplace from here to a half mile away can hear that. It's like the nightly entertainment. Which neighbor will fight with their wife/husband/boyfriend/girlfriend? It may happen in broad daylight or at 3 in the morning but it will be loud, abusive and long enough to make you utter a few choice words to them both yourself.
I've never understood people that like to air all their troubles for the rest of the world. Maybe I should just do what the other people here do and just stand outside where I can see and hear better. Today 4 people hurried over to a picnic table to get a ringside seat. I swear I saw someone with a box of popcorn. It could have been a coincidence I suppose.
Never a dull moment here. It's too bad people can't just enjoy what they have instead of ripping everything apart and scattering the entrails.