A Dreams Paradox

In the midst of the night I stir then awake With cloudy visions in sight I can still taste the crumb cake A far fetched fantasy  Full of hopes and dreams That my brain allows me to see With an endless amount of themes To fly the night sky Soaring up and above A true bliss body high With a feeling that's hard to speak of I try to channel my thoughts Let my heart lead the way  Through the masquerade of plots   In their beautiful bewilderingly array  All connected like a knot in crochet  Are these sub realities in my dreams So remarkable in their display That are fragile at the seams  Everlasting aren't these moments  That take away my breath A puzzling time of events That keep me from my death In here I search for the key  Lost within this paradox For the door of true reality A society values detox Did I really just awake? As I lay here in my bed.  Is this world around me all fake? Or am I still lost inside my head?