Monolog- Waking nightmare

Have you ever had a dream so perplexing in context
Yet never the less so perfect?
Did all the sounds match up?
Did all the word read out perfectly?
Did you believe,with each fleeting second, that the skin you touched, or the words weaved in your ear or the noise perpetuating between your thighs was real?
When you woke, most likely in a state of (mid)afternoon[night] rust(sweat) what did you do? How do you cope? What keeps the hours of you life from free from delusion, sanity coming from closed, rested eyes.