Luced Dreaming

I dream of dreams already dreamt. Sometimes I dream dreams that someone has lent. Images so clear, that I know, I am there! It's winter, and a young boy pushes a sled with a box on top, through busy city streets. It is the evening rush and the cold twilight, is tangible. Something...someone is in the box. Film noir like my camera eye focuses in... on the mighty truth the box conceals. My body jerks awake with awareness of who and where I am, and the dream is gone, not to be recovered. Over and over I see these borrowed dreams of incredible reality about to reveal their truths and I awake to reality. I want to know if there are no great truths,,,or if there are.