That only happened that one time to me, and seemed as real as I am typing now. Dreams and being awake are normally pretty easy to tell the differance on, but that one time was like nothing I have ever experianced before. Just pure evil of whatever it was.
When I was about four years old, my mom tucked me into bed, went out the door and turned off the light as she closed it.
The room was really dark and I had a "rubber" pickup truck that I had in my hand and was playing with it, and did so for about thirty seconds and then in the dark, threw it...