where do dreams come from?

When I was younger I used to have animated dreams. Now I dream in real form. I remember I would run to my mothers bedside and ask to tell her about the dream that woke me from deep sleep. As a child I believed that every time I went to sleep I grew a few more inches, when no one could see and then I’d suddenly be longer and need to find new clothes to fit into. My parents never believed my dreams, I mean they never took them seriously, but they really happened, they really did, they happened to me. I believe that inside us we all have star matter, not on the cellular level, or even bone structure level, but on some cosmic level we are unconscious of in waking life. When we sleep we awaken to our star matter, we find our true lives. But I can’t talk about this kind of thing much, not any more. I was born far away, in Israel. In my dreams I could go anywhere, I could be anyone, I’d seen some amazing things in my dreams, and then I’d wake up as though nothing had happened, lying in the same position the same place I was the night before. For years I believed I could meet someone who would know of this secret world and we could share in it. I couldn’t find that person and eventually I’ve given up on that idea. I go on pretending to be alive, just like the others.