What Dreams May Come

Dreams will be drams until you make them goals.
As a dreamer myself, I am well versed in the truth of this statement. We live in a world where "Action is Eloquence" and we are our actions (William Shakespeare, Coriolanus).
I've never really been a conventional human being, yet I still must live by this definitive term.
Taking a look at my life, I don't think you get a very good idea of who I am based on my actions. Since I've been up in Maine, all I really do is sleep, and go to work. I don't hang out with anyone besides the people I live with. I rarely talk to my friends back home. I have become a recluse based upon my actions.
I know myself not to be one though. I know myself to be be bright, and lively; full of laughter and an insatiable thrist for life; a dreamer.
All my dreams lack definition though, and I'm not acting like what I know myself to be.
I guess what I am trying to say is that life is so short, and I don't see the purpose behind anything I have going on in mine anymore. I need to be back home. I'm tired of being a recluse.