What does it mean for someone to willingly enter the wilderness in search of utopia, an imaginary and indefinitely remote place?

What does it mean to enter the remote imaginary based on nothing more than a hunch, rumor and conjecture, or a potential promise?

What is one likely to find? Where does one find herself if she makes it through to the other side?

What happens if, once the sleep is wiped from her eyes, the other side looks similar to the place from whence she came, but feels different from it?