Lives and Dreams

"Row, Row, Row your boat
Gently down the Stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily;
Life is but a dream..."

I suppose surrealism is hard to escape when you're already unsure about the difference between dreaming and staying awake. I blame the insane sleeping hours. I could blame a lot of other things, but this shall do for now. Then again, it's not exactly a bad thing. An "odd dream-like quality" sounds nice enough.

I slept from after breakfast to before dinner today. There goes Sunday. Spent completely in Morpheus's realm. It's okay. I had a few decent dreams. At least from what I can remember. There was good music, new places, a sun rise and even enough cigarettes. And the people were interesting too.

I prefer waking up from nightmares over supremely happy dreams. I think everyone does. Or should anyway. Once you wake up from a nightmare, there's nothing but relief waiting for you. Relief that none of it was real. On the other hand, waking up from a dream where everything is going fine is just sad. I once had a dream where the whole world made sense. (Well, not once I woke up, but at least while I was in it!) Everything was almost perfect! Lillin woke me up from it and it took ten minutes of conversation before the realization hit me: None of it was real.
Not cool.

I've always wondered about the whole life-dream angle. IF life were just a dream, then could you just pass from one dream to another mid-way? Would that be a parallel universe? Or is it necessary that you wake up? And if it is, is dying the only way you have?

If life was just a dream... how would you feel waking from it? Would you be glad? Relieved? Sad? Devastated?
Would you even remember at all?