Stitching the broken dreams

Every night I see her waiting for me, with her arms wide open.
With a fresh smile, calling for me, and suddenly dreams are broken.
I try hard recollecting what she would have whispered in my ears,
Awaken all night trying still very hard, weaken within wiping my tears.
You say let go of her, live in present and bury the dead past under.
When I am trying to catch hold of every moment, we spent together.
When I am awake she is forever away, in my sleep she is a nap away,
For that my friend I will remain in slumber to be with her in a way.
I live when I sleep like a dead, to find her around with me always,
Misery it is when I am awake, so I went on to sleep days and days.
Living fear in my mind, weak of mine sometimes screams.
What if you don’t see her anymore in your dreams?
What if her face hazes out with time, it is a hounding fear as it seems,
To keep her alive fresh as always, I am stitching my broken dreams.

Delirium

HIGH, The state cherished most by the people, who wants to be in this state most of their time. Hummm let see Y ???
1. Is it because, being it this state they derive immense pleasure.
2. Or this state makes them incapable of thinking rationally about things around them and so let them be a meek observer rather than being judgemental. Which probabaly does not make them feel good or bad about it or atleast not make them vehement.

If you go by the preachings of BIG Gurus, they also mention about the state described in the second point.
Now the question is, what is wrong in achieving this state easily by using narcotic drugs ?