Dreaming

I have read that some people think that life is but a dream. My life consists of what I dream. My world consists of what I dream. Which would mean that I'm dreaming you are reading this. Or maybe not because very few people read this blog. (Maybe I should have a giveaway or better dreams? maybe it doesn't matter, because I still am dreaming I'm writing this). Oh well. So if this "dream = life" theory were true, that what I dream is real and that really no one else exists, and I dream all events that happen to or concern me, would I ever dream anything bad? Would I dream I am sitting at work writing this or would I dream I am sitting by the ocean writing this? What if I am sitting by the ocean writing this and having a bad dream that I'm at work? Yikes. This could get very complicated.
This is the kind of thing I think about when I don't want to think about real life. Whatever that is.
What do you think (wait a minute while I dream your response)?

I don't have a question, yet, or a complaint, yet, but I did want to post a photo of my dearly departed Beetle.
RIP car.