I have always been the most frequent and vivid dreamer out of anyone I've ever met, by a long shot.  Life is a fog of confusion and discomfort, but when I'm dreaming - and I can't even fully explain it - I feel real. I feel right. I feel true. It doesn't matter if I'm dreaming something mundane or something fantastical or if I'm dreaming that I'm a completely different person or species with a totally different set of memories and opinions and feelings - whatever is going on, I just have this absence of doubt, this sense of familiarity in my experiences and my feelings and my thoughts - the kind of tether to reality that never, ever exists in my waking life.  I could dream a different identity each night and each one feels more real and right than the one I wake up into.  

Sometimes when I wake up from a dream in the early hours of the morning, I keep my eyes closed in hopes that I'll drift back into the "real" world. The world where my feelings make sense. My perspective makes sense. I feel, I care, I experience. But of course, one you are awake you are awake and there's nothing you can do about that unless you're tired enough to go back to sleep.

Just wondering if anyone else is in the same boat.