The little world inside my head

I remember the story clearly.
I was walking through dense woodland. I didn't know anymore if it was a dream or real. The dead leaves rustled underfoot as I made my way through the thicket. How long had I been walking for? At least an hour or more. My hunger pangs were starting to set in. I could not last an hour without eating. Leaning against a tree, I drifted off into a deep sleep.
How could I know whether or not I'm living in a dream? It's hard to know when you've been stuck in one place for ages. When you fall asleep, you either wake up or fall back into a nightmare. My nightmare is...I don't really know anymore. I have been living a half-life. A fake life. A life that does not exist. A life that is constantly changing due to my imaginings and thoughts. My dream is my life actually.
I woke up again to the sound of waves crashing against the shore. Shore? Jerking up into a sitting position, I gazed at the endless stretch of water laying before me. The entire beach was deserted of human life. An isolated island in the middle of the ocean. No one would ever find me here, even if they tried. This is my life, I control what happens in it. Standing up wearily, I stumbled over to a coconut palm for balance before regaining my strength. I jogged at a steady pace over to a bundle of shrubs sitting alone near a high patch of sand. Small juniper berries grew on the leaves. I ate a few to stop being so famished before once again drifting off.
If I knew which was my dream and which was my life, I'd be so much better off in finding the truth. What is truth? Ask someone nearby. They probably don't know either. There is no definition for truth. The dictionary lies. Is it even in the dictionary? I think so. I've haven't seen a dictionary for a while now. Have I even seen one before? Thinking about it makes me dizzy...
I am sick and tired of waking up in a different place everytime I wake up...or fall asleep. They are the same thing in a way. The next place is in a dark cave. The only source of light is a circular beam coming from the end of the stone cavern. Or the start of it. Once again, the same thing. I stood up and started running toward the light. However, it didn't matter how fast I ran, or how far, the light seemed to get further away with every step I took. It was truly a dream living inside another dream. Just placed inside of it to hold it while the other one dies away.The wind was beginning to sting my eyes with such a force that tears were gushing out uncontrollably. Oh no. Wind isn't a good sign. I completely forgot I was running and tripped over a rock. Screaming in pain, I crawled slowly. Forcing myself not to fall asleep once again, it didn't work. I died in one of my dreams.
I am starting to see it now. There is no way out of my head that a dream can escape. Even through my ears. Or nose. Or eyes. Eyes. Wind. Where will I end up next?
I am floating, in the sky. Waiting to hit the ground with unbelievable pain. Come to think of it, I am in unbelievable pain already.