Is it normal i question reality?

I often dream that there's a point of intersection between this time in this dimension and another dimension in which time elapses differently somewhere in England. In this other dimension, I remember my first thought to be that I must be in a medieval world but to my surprise, it was not. They used some sort of light instead of electricity for their machines and they built their buildings with their hands but used also some kind of robots to assist them. The materials were mostly stone but it looked so beautiful and different to the houses that I've seen in reality. I know how that sounds but each and every building was a craft of brotherhood and love. They did pay differently than we do. They either gave coins of unknown origin or they paid whilst working for those who they owe.
But one day the robots started attacking these people. And a strange red-haired asshat came to claim this world as his own.

After I woke up I ate spaghetti for breakfast and went to school only to experience the strangest thing that has ever happened this month. Some dork from school did colour his hair overnight and did persuade some of my classmates to fight with each other.

And now I'm confused and question reality. Either my dream was not real or this day was not real or both were dreams in a dream. Or something else like that.