Dreamscape imagery in a scene of Reality.

I had a dream last night that shocked my reality.  In my dream I was at a party with a bunch of my friends and assorted subconscious people I probably made up.  Somehow I eventually realized that I was in a dream as I was talking to them.  It was at this part where the dream took a dramatic turn.  I started shouting at them because I knew there would be no repercussions,  I was screaming at them for all I was worth telling them how they don't actually exist and that they could never understand that.  

My screams fell upon deaf ears.  They were largely unresponsive with eyes full of fear. 

I then got extremely frustrated and grabbed a particular box of pencils.  This was a box of drawing pencils that belonged to my father probably when he was an artist.  I'm sure he made it i.e. him being a carpenter.  I took this box of pencils when I moved out and put a photo of him in them.  They have a particular meaning to me and they actually draw quite well.  Anyways I took this box of pencils and threw them all at the party guests and the pencils stopped in the air almost in slow motion.  I watched as everything in the room sort of split apart in a sort of nuclear mysticism type deal.   What did this mean? 

The more I think about this dream the more I think it is an analogy of real life.  When you scream at people they don't want to talk to you,  this is not how you understand a person.   And like a person in your dream you cannot treat them like their existence means nothing;

  does your subconscious mind like it when you yell at it?

 Like the people that are the product of my mind the people all around me in reality are connected to me in similarities.  we all dream,  we all communicate,  we all feel pain and joy.  When we look at each other are we only looking at a mirror image?  It seems like the person looking back at me is the same but a little different. 

Luckily the dream didn't actually happen;  right? 

Are those people still suffering in my mind?  Or did my mind let them move on with their party,  as if I was the rude guest they kicked out. . . . . 

 Or is it that when we go to parties in real life and that one person who can't hold their drugs and lets loose on everybody is coming fresh from another waking world? 

Why can't we seem to understand that sometimes a person yelling at us isn't just a blatant attack?  What if they are trying to tell us something?  Something that wouldn't hit our ears until it was being hammered in.  Shocking us into the truth.   What is the best thing to do?  It seems as though peoples voices raise when the person they are talking to is failing to see their perspective,  arguments escalate.  It's as if we think that when we dominate the dimension of volume and get a persons ears to hear nothing but us over their own voice that they will actually hear us. 

If I confronted a person telling me that I didn't exist and didn't know it I would tell them,"maybe I don't exist,  I definitely don't know.  But how do you know that you exist?"


How do we know that reality isn't just a dream we all share?