Did I sleep?

I'm not really sure... dreams seem now so vivid that my reality melt onto them without warning. There was a dead girl in a park, and an old man, and a dog. I felt the licking of the dog on my hand, on my face. The sun is shining outside, with the same bright light of the moon of my dream. I heard music, a piece from Mozart. I have goose bumps on my skin. I'm still naked, but don't feel cold, just the goose bumps mocking me. My hand doesn't hurt. My thought does... 'What's going on? What is going on?'