What is Real?

I have tripped the light fantastic
upon the dreaming moon above,
I got lost in the Orion once
on operation: One Love.

I have met the Alpha and the Omega,
shook hands with some Divines,
They left me unimpressed,
note to self, ban all shrines.

I’ve ridden shotgun on a dragon,
forged weapons for the gods,
I’ve stormed castles with my heroes,
helped Superman defeat Zod.

To you all this is make believe,
but I want you to question, what is real?
In your dreams are you not present?
Do you not control? Do you not feel?

And for a second I want you to imagine
that from your dream you did not wake,
How would you know it was illusion,
that all around you was fake?

Thus maybe we are dreaming and none of this is true,
In a sense, my adventures and my dragons are as real as me and you.
So, instead of killing Medusa, courting Queens, chasing the cup,
If reality is the dream, how the hell do we wake up?