DAYTIME EXPERIENCES

Thousands of words flow in my head. Thousands of stories, some of them are brilliant but disordered and some others are absurd but ordered. I do not know if I am dreaming or if I am awake. They are small stories that seem to exist but later, I realize they are false. I have my head full of stories that never could happen in the reality but which, in that moment, are possible. Everything is possible and I wonder why, on the following day, everything is impossible. The difference must be that the excess of common sense restrains to us, but I don't really know. And, if I am not awake? Perhaps I am just dreaming. Next I think that tomorrow it will be another day and surely I will feel tired for not having able to sleep. Nevertheless, there are facts that make me think that perhaps I am in a deep dream in which everything seems as real as the same life.
I get up and I see my friends, but it is very strange: there are old and new friends. They are all together there. And suddenly I begin to fly..... (Perhaps too many planes in the last days.:):):)). Without any doubt: now I am dreaming. But perhaps I am not. Perhaps it is my true life and when I am dreaming is when I am living. I am hot and thirsty. I get up and I drink. There is a total silence. It is not necessary to wait it dawns since there is a continuous dawn in this city. Sincerely, this is getting on my nerves, I can not stand it . This situation is overcoming me. Even to know for sure that everything is a dream, would not calm me down because I want to sleep. I want and I need to sleep and I cannot. I want to live and I do not know if I am living.
Definitively, I wake up, like every day, and come back to routine, that routine that causes feelings of reality, since my dreams are full of absurd stories that are not related with a normal routine at all. I have my feet on the ground and I dive in which conventionally I denominate "my life", that is to say, in "my routine". And I stop thinking because what surrounds me confuses me and because I prefer not to think, which is more comfortable for me. I believe everything I see and I do not consider anything on its existence because I do not know it.
Is my life a dream of dreams?
Are dreams those which give life to my life?