is there an objective difference between your most real dream and your most surreal day?

At the very last minute
I swapped out my ticket
And soon found myself aloft
36000 feet and a Tom Collins neat
Didn’t know that night I’d end up in your house
The landing was fine, I wandered around
From casino, to headshop, to food
Somewhere on my way, lay my soul’s only mate
Of course I didn’t know it then
I think I saw you first
In a diesel or herrods
Or maybe while talking with tom
But you saw me, before I knew where I was
And I found love was too simple a word
I don’t when, but we both woke up in
You’re brown and white lain twin bed
You smiled and laughed
When I grabbed at that sheet
That didn’t keep me from tumbling off the edge
But then I woke up
In my own bed again
Nearly in tears when I found
All that had been
The perfect woman and all
Had just been a trick of my head
But it couldn’t have been
Really, what validates
One memory over the next
You’re just as real
As the cat in my lap
And recollections of my 4th grade desk
I went back to sleep
Screaming inside
For just one more glimpse of you
Little brunette, eyes on fire,
And the heart you put back into me
‘soul mate’ is a phrase, so tossed around
It’s almost meaningless
But after that dream
I knew what it meant
And that I would find it again
2 days and 2 nights and 4 bottles later
And I haven’t found you again
But I can’t stop trying
You’re my only chance
To reopen what little’s within
2 more weeks of nights
And too many pills
But your memory sits just as strong
Burned in my mind, with a brand of some kind
And I know I’ll never forget

The way that I see it
The more sleep I find
The more chances to reenter our dream
My friends will all miss me
But they’ll know I’m happy
As I sleep forever
In our little twin bed
They’ll even see
The smile on my face
Will persist long after I’m dead