The speaker is caught between two feelings about dreaming. In their dreams, life is amazing and perfect, and they love being there. But that is exactly the problem: waking up means remembering it was never real, and that makes them resent the dream too.
The second stanza adds a twist. The dream is "perhaps too perfect," which suggests the speaker senses something hollow or unsettling in a world with no flaws. So they offer two options: end the dreams or make them real. Then they admit they don't know which they want, and that "none seems perfect." Neither choice fully solves the problem.
The poem ends where it began, with "I like dreaming," but now the reason is simpler and more honest. Dreams help the speaker live, relax, and "feel something." That last line is quietly sad, hinting that real life may leave them numb. The mood is wistful and uncertain, soft in tone but with an ache underneath.