Sometimes when I think about my dreams, I wonder if they are glimpses of truth to my own reality. It’s scary to think about how realistic a dream can be; the setting, the familiar and unfamiliar faces, and scenarios being played out in your mind. All the while, your body remains relatively still for hours. I’ve spent many mornings confused by my increasingly realistic dreams. In fact, some of them feel more like hazy memories or a foreshadowing of future events. One day I got hung up on this crazy idea: What if theses things we called dreams were actually windows to true/actual reality?