I was seeing reality and not a dream. This wasn't a dream. Besides, I was fully awake and conscious. Even in ordinary reality we screen out and ignore most of the details of our surroundings. I knew my eyesight was at least normal, and that I wasn't dreaming.
Dreams have a bad habit of changing the scenery to produce certain situations and emotions.
I verified and studied the details I saw below. The details were all the same as waking life. I flew to the east about three city blocks. I looked to the north, and I saw a man come out of a house that was on the north side of Lowry Avenue. He stood and looked at me, up in the air.