Haha, yea, me too, I get up and I can still feel some fragments of amazement or sheer terror of what the strange gloomy world I just left impressed upon me, but then after a short while even that amazement fades away, and in the evening the only thing I know is that I had a really fucked up dream again, but what happened in it is just another mystery, at best I can recall some emotions that the dream made me go through, some vague immages, but the storyline is shred to pieces, and even that is all gone the day after.
Only once in a while I have a dream that will last with me probably till the day I die.
Dreams are also reality, the moment you dream that is your only reality.
You are there, maybe if you are there long enough you might forget that you are dreaming in the first place, it's freaky.