Our capacity for dreaming suggests magnificent mental capacities. I dream of someone I know, fairly shy, but in the dream bolder and talkative. It is a subtle transformation - his personality is transformed, but not warped. This is impressive mental work. Imagine the talent of a novelist who does this with a developing character.
And yet. This is all taken from my observations of my own dreams. I suppose we have all woken to a brilliant idea, occurring in a dream, to find that the idea is not only not brilliant - it isn't even an idea. Perhaps the brilliance of dreams is only the false glory of observations made in a uniquely credulous state.
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