Are my dreams that vivid, or is my reality that vague?

 

An interesting example of this:

When I was six, my mother found me terribly distraught one day. She asked what was the matter. I told her that Eddie, my imaginary friend, said he didn't want to play with me anymore. He told me that I wasn't fun and that I talked to myself too much. My mother accusingly asked if my older sister had told me this. Perplexed, I replied, "Mom . . . Theresa can't even see Eddie. Why would he talk to her?!?"

Disclaimer: I don't know if imaginary friends count as dreams (particularly since I don't know if Eddie talked to me in dreams or reality) - but this was much more interesting than last night's dream about the unnecessary dangers of blinking. Family and friends have been laughing at me for almost twenty years about Eddie, so I figure, hey - what's a few more people?