"It's just that at night, I've got nowhere to hide."

I had a dream the other night, and it baffled me. At night is the only time where we can freely delve into our subconcious and see what we are really thinking about. But the problem is once we've seen it, how do we interpret it? Is what we see in our dreams made out of what is on our mind or what we really want? And how do we interpret the feeling we get from the actions we make in our dreams? Is that actually us in our dream, or just an imagined copy of ourselves?
And it's strange how mere imagination can completely change our view of the real, physical world around us. Make us question the things that we presumed were real: things we accepted as fact. How can such crazy stories change instantly to something that could happen in real life? Or even alter that which has already happened?

And then you have that thought in your dream that stabs at you when you wake up.

"I am so glad this is real."