It is not me either. When I enter my dreams, on occasion I bring with me the trappings of consciousness. I open my eyes and see that I am alive and awake in this world that I create spontaneously. Through conscious dreams, one realizes the transparent, ephemeral nature of reality how, in truth, those objects we cling to so obsessively have no meaning beyond that which we give to them how the things of lasting value are what is invested internally, emotionally how our dreams naturally gravitate toward what matters, toward the conditions of the heart and soul. Conscious dreams are emblems of our potential, but they indicate what is already possible, what in fact each of us can already do.
Dreams are natural conditions of life, just as breathing and thinking are.
Being awake is a requirement of life. It's what we do with this awareness that is changeable, mutable, open to our attitudes and perspectives. In dreams we discover things about ourselves worth knowing. In conscious dreams we learn the power of our own being. It would seem that physical reality, in stark contrast, is objective, meaningless, mercilessly detached.