I still remember the "dream" with people coming in my bedroom window and hiding in my closet, others were after them and it being so real I instantly woke in the middle of the night and went to look for the person in my closet to hide them better, LOL. The angles and windows and furniture, etc. were all correct but I was on the second floor and there was no way to get up there.

But I hate when I recognize something, the room I'm in and also realize I'm awake and start to compare the two and they're opposites or something; dreaming one feels so sure and then in reality/sort of wakefulness it doesn't jive quite right and feels like it takes all one's brain power to get it "right" so you understand.