You have no way of knowing if the smell burned into your nostrils has an origin
                                     The object that you hold could slip through your fingers at any moment
      What you ate to get that taste in your mouth is gone along with all evidence it ever existed
                                                            You hear it everywhere but no one ever replies
                                                                                You know what you see

What makes a dream less real than anything else we experience? Is it because only one person can experience it? There are plenty of things we deem “real” that are solitary. Is it because it exists only in the mind? That is everything anyways. There is no direct connection to reality, it always passes through the brain, and the brain is not an idol of truth without error.
If a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear, does it make a sound? Stupid question, of course it makes a sound, that’s obvious. It sends vibrations through the earth and air that any creature with ears would hear as the cracking of wood followed by a roaring crash. But in this hypothetical there are no ears. Do those vibrations count as sound with nothing to interpret them?
Does observation affect “reality”? Does “reality” exist without perception?
How about a picture? Anyone who looks at it can experience it and it exists only in the brain as much as everything else does. So why would a picture of a room be less “real” than if you were standing in it?

There was a man on the phone. At least, I think it was a man. I didn’t ask. The landline should have long gone to voice mail, but it kept ringing. It was late enough in the night that some would say it was early in the morning. I asked its name. It said that names were just silly made-up things. I said that’s how all language is, and it agreed. It said that people called it Indred Cold. The last few days have been boring, so I needed up in a research rabbit-hole about the moth man, I think that’s where that name came from. It must’ve bled into my dream. Then the voice on the phone started talking about how it wanted to hire me? Like dude, I already have a job, I’m not Patrick Clemmings I don’t need two jobs, I’m busy enough as is. Fell into a freaking pit and almost died probably. It also said it was a fan of my blog but also hadn’t used a phone before?? Weird dream.

Maybe I would be able to ignore it, all “suspension of disbelief”-like. Accept that there is a way that reality typically goes, and use common sense to determine what is real. Maybe if it actually followed that logic consistently.

The elementary school is backwards
I turned left from the entrance to get to my classroom
Everyone laughed at me and asked where I was going
How was I supposed to know they moved our room?
They said the room is where it has always been
I looked in the mirror in the bathroom and saw how it was supposed to be
Everyone stared at me like I was crazy
Even my parents
No one would believe me
The school is still backwards
I am the only one who believes this
Sometimes I swear I can feel my heart beating on the wrong side of my chest