After waking up, I found myself in bed safe and sound - where just moments before I had been terrified and running for my life. In a few passing moments, all of that running and fear, all of those accusers, all of the places I had hid, and the world and circumstances I'd been entrenched in, disappeared. I was still; I was aware; I was fine. I was aware of the dream, but where was it? Nowhere to be held or touched. And while it doesn't completely, or accurately, describe Reality, I think Awakening or Enlightenment is quite similar to the waking up from a dream - which is why it's called an "awakening" in the first place.
We're able to "wake up" to the Truth of things. We wake up from who we think we are and abide as Who We Really Are. In the moment that the "I" wakes up to the Now-moment and truly inhabits it, dream-like images of past and future are no longer followed or worshiped. Stories of what was and of our identities - in terms of past actions, accomplishments, and memories or potential goals and dreams - are seen to be ghost-like "things" that are not now being. Only the I is Being. Only Awareness is awake. Only Presence is here and now. Not our personalities. Not our stories of past and future. When we wake up from the dream of being a separate self, we come to know our true Self - the pure, unspeakable, I AM awareness.
But sometimes, just as we do in the dream world, we get swept away by the seeming contents of life; we get caught up in the seeming "real world." People believe us to be our names and actions - and quite often we do too; we habitually rely on our memories and mental processes to tell us who we are - but when we wake up, we see that it's just been a case of mistaken identity. We see that the story of our so-called lives had mistakenly been bought in to, which resulted in our seeming separate egos.
All the while, Who We Really Are is present NOW. Asleep or awake, thinking thoughts or seeing images, lost in the drama of a dream or a physical life - midst all of it, the I AM is present. Consciousness itself is Who We Are, and who we are is what "all else" is "made of."
There is naught but "Us."
The I AM.