dreams in all reality

Dreams are real.
They really happen, whether you believe it or not, whether you remember them or not, they actually occur.  Specifically, dreams when we sleep. Some people have them more often than others, or, another way to look at, is some people actually remember them.  There's a realm in the mind where dreams live and breathe, and for some they cause people to react to them in reality--the real world, that is--upon waking.  You can wake up crying, distraught over the contents of a dream, or angry at someone for something they "did" in the dream.  On the flip side, it might create a positive response--"I'm so glad you did that" in my dream, if you will (or, even, "didn't do that.")
I had a girlfriend once who was clearly enamored with someone who lived on the other side of the country she had met in the early days of the interwebs.  She was convinced that on a previous night they had the same dream simultaneously, and had consciously (while unconscious--asleep) interacted with one another in the dream.  They shared details the other couldn't have known.
(I'm not saying it didn't happen, and couldn't possibly happen to people,  but in this specific instance:  a/knowing her, it didn't and b/there's a reason she's not still around.  All aboard the crazy train!)
When dreams can be remembered, and considered, they indeed are given a life in reality.  Disregarding the discussion of what a dream is (mental cleansing?  subconscious wishes? etc), let's assume there is clearly a fine line between dreams and reality:  i.e., if you dream it, then talk about it, it becomes real--not like a memory of an activity or event that is shared, but similar enough.  It can be shrugged off, "It was just a dream."  For that very reason, sharing them is an enjoyable pastime, especially if it can be shared with a person who was in the dream.
Ah, there it is.
. . . IF it can be shared with a person who is in the dream.  
In this day and age, the barrier between private and public is paper thin.  We have facebook, twitter, instagram--you name it, we are sharing personal information at the drop of a hat, and often even faster than that 9.8 meters per second squared (good 'ole gravity).  And those are just the venues in which we choose to disseminate information.  Then there's the discussion of events by bystanders, handheld video captures (cell phone, DS, etc) that can be posted to youtube, or the old school tell-all books,  all of which can release images or data we would rather not see in public but ope!  Too late!
But we're people, and there are undeniable similarities and activities that are part of our lives.  Everyone's doing that breathing thing.  Everyone needs to eat . . . everyone needs to go to the bathroom (can't have one without the other, usually).  Everyone is a product of sex--and many have sex; or, at least, think about it.
Or dream about it.
Some subjects are taboo, or inappropriate, or remain private for whatever reason.  Whether it's images, text or dialogue, we just don't talk about them, generally.
But everyone knows.
Will there come a time when we discuss things openly, subjectively, without becoming enraged or embarrassed?  Is that time near, what with the virtual open door policy on private information?  As people we should be able to experience life to it's fullest and be unashamed of being human.
One can dream.

See you next time, dreamers.