Nothing more boring than other peoples dreams...?

My dreams have been so intense since Christmas. They are unhurried and pass by in real time, complete with every minute emotion and reaction to every second, just like in real life.
  Last night i suddenly found myself standing on a road in the valley i live in. Looking around i could see houses and farms in the same locations that are occupied by them in real life, but these dream buildings were slightly different, but totally in character with whats there now. It felt so real, so real i picked up a stone from a wall and closely examined it and could see every detail. I then shouted three times and listened to the echo bounce off the hill sides. At that moment i told myself this was real. An over whelming sense of melancholy filled me. Then came a shower of the softest rain.