Both, I guess......My dreams are real enough, I suppose, though only my nightmares are consistently cohesive........when my daughter was 2, I dreamed that she was attacked by a male baboon in an animal park....although I tried, I was not fast enough to rescue her......
This nightmare was scary on several different levels, but what I remember most about it was the
feel of her blood as I tried to hold her together, waiting for someone to help her, the feel of her dress, the ground beneath my knees; everything was hyper-real......and while I dreamt this
years ago, and never had it again, it's still very fresh in my memories.......
as for the rest, I remember stuff as I wake, and it fades slowly. I write stuff down sometimes, like driving my Mustang through an Italian restaurant, or blowing into a handkerchief and flying through a K-mart.....stuff that's sufficiently odd to be funny or mildly interesting, but also stuff I'd forget later if I didn't write it down. But it all seems really real when I'm dreaming..........I do the same thing with music; when I was playing, and we were amusing ourselves by writing our own musical lamentations, I used to carry a recorder with me and sing measures to be deciphered later at the piano or bass (I'm a drummer....
) because while I had some cool tune ideas, I'd forget them if I didn't record them.....
I'm pretty sure my subconscious self screws with my conscious self just for fun......