We are real. It is impossible for us to be a figment of an imagination because you are seeing the world from your eyes. If we weren't real, we wouldn't be able to think, see, or feel anything. We would just be people walking around, seen from an outsider's point of view.
This brings back a strange memory of mine. When I was young, I used to wonder if my life and the entire world was a dream my mother was having while she was a kid about what her life as an adult would be like. That is really weird, huh?
I don't know what to say...