I believe I can fly...

I have an alter-ego. Her name is Namaste. When I indulge my alter-ego, I become her. I can fly. I can shapeshift into a number of beautiful beasts, to suit my needs. I am a druid. I am a tall beautiful, sexy woman, and a healer who can resurrect the fallen. I can call on the very forces of nature and channel the wrath of the elements at my enemies. I am a daring bird who can soar to the highest of the bitter reaches, an invisible, deadly cat stealthing through dangerous areas looking to avenge the helpless dead; a cheetah, sprinting away at reckless speeds, and a seal, diving down to impossible depths in order to find treasure. I am a Bear for others. I am the brave wall of fur and muscle and soon-to-be-splattered flesh that separates my comrades from the messy and very quick death that awaits them in the form of something big and angry. I lead groups of others through dungeons, castles, forests and all manner of strikingly beautiful extra dimensional worlds simply to get to the other side. I am a fierce warrior battling evil; a formidable enemy. I am also a friend. I go out of my way to help others. I have a lot to offer, and I give it freely to others. I am liked and respected. And hated. I help, and I am helped by a number of strangers from every corner of the real world, all indulging their alter-egos. There is something very fulfilling in this. The World of Warcraft is like a dream world I live in sometimes, and it contains a separate self I've created; another life I live. It sucks away my time from the real world. Or is it now a real part of my world?