Personal Story - Waking and Sleeping

I am constantly quizzical whether my perceptions and sensations argon solid or simply projections of my inclination. I indorse from a rare precondition where the distinction between my vigilant and sleeping life is non black and white; I gener all in ally describe it as two almost selfsame(a) shades of grey. I conduct full control and computer storage of my dreams, but lack the sense of knowledgeable when Im dreaming. Recently I reserve realized that when Im dreaming, Im much less cowardly to show my individual self, compared to when Im experiencing reality. I believe this is because Im not hunted to fetch myself the way I care when I rouse be sure that I wont be able to be judged by other great deal.\nA thought-provoking question arises from my illness can something that is imagined be real? close to people believe that my illusions arent real, and stomach no substance of real life. To these people, I ask them whether they overhear a faith or religion that th ey believe in, and if they do, they are quite adamant that theyre flavor is real. They could believe that God could be anything; God could be a handful of soil, or a substance made of corn liquor and hope, and if the person who held this belief comports this as fact, then to that person it would be as real as the sun in the sky. This is what amazes me nigh the big businessman of imagination. The mind has the power to choose what it sees, not the eyes. I used to be afraid of my illness - not knowing when Im provoke or asleep and what is reality. but lately I have changed my mind on how I view my difference, as my imagination allows me to freely be who I want to be; myself, unto thine have got self be veritable, without having to panic about whether the people around me will accept who I am.\nI find it hard to be myself in the real world. I want to be reliable like nearly all other people. Im terrified at change surface the thought of rejection. This fear has ultimately l ed to me finding myself bow down down to ...