Dreamland

Let me start by saying that I had it pretty rough last night. A love ghost from the past reappeared and wanted to make entry back into my life, but I remained strong and shut the door to any lingering entry ways. I had a dream about fighting a zombie to protect a sleeping stranger. The last thing I remember is kicking the zombie with my foot and then I suddenly woke up. My dream in this case was a reflection of what just happened in my waking life. I feel like we live in two different dimensions. Who is to say that our dream world is not really our reality?