Well, Lord Tennyson might have thought so. In his work, The Higher Pantheism, he wrote, "Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?"
I began to ponder this a couple of days ago when I was roused from a strange dream of my own. It was one of those dreams that felt realer than real. In the dream I was doing no more than sitting with a friend watching a very strange film (that happened to include white-unicorn-headed animated boys and 1970's style hippie narration.) Not exactly chimerical, but in the dream I felt content and intrigued and inspired. I also woke up feeling that way, a feeling which lingered and lingered.
I mailed the friend early the next morning because this friend and I share a radical, quantum, super-bond. I just needed to tell him about it. And just like I know that something probably very strange and wonderful will be born of this little dream-seedling sometime in the future, I knew there was a deeper meaning to it. A meaning I would need to ponder for thought's sake. So, I began to think about the dream, which led me into wondering what might happen if I incorporated pieces of this dream (and others) into my non-fiction.
And then the philosopher in me wondered if incorporating these bits of night-truth would make for a fraction of day-truth in my non-truth. thus making it an eensy weensy bit true...like, non-fictional-fractionally-fictional-but-mostly-non-fictional-fiction. You following? Still reading?
I know. It sounds a bit strange. But plausible, right?