Personal Story - Waking and Sleeping

I am perpetually questioning whether my perceptions and sensations are reliable or simply projections of my imagination. I suffer from a lofty condition where the distinction mingled with my waking and sleeping tone is non b deprivation and uninfected; I generally pick up it as two just close indistinguishable shades of grey. I have full tame and memory of my dreams, but lack the understanding of knowing when Im dreaming. recently I have palpableized that when Im dreaming, Im much little algophobic to show my individualist self, compared to when Im experiencing mankind. I hope this is because Im not afraid to express myself the way I like when I nominate be sure that I wont be able to be judged by other people.\nA thought-provoking question arises from my unsoundness can something that is imagined be original? Most people retrieve that my illusions arent real, and carry no middle of real life. To these people, I drive them whether they have a faith or relig ion that they believe in, and if they do, they are quite diamond that theyre belief is real. They could believe that theology could be anything; God could be a handful of soil, or a substance make of moonlight and hope, and if the person who held this belief accepts this as fact, then to that person it would be as real as the sun in the sky. This is what amazes me about the power of imagination. The thinker has the power to choose what it sees, not the eyes. I used to be afraid of my illness - not knowing when Im awake or slumbrous 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 own self be true, without having to panic about whether the people around me pull up stakes accept who I am.\nI find it hard to be myself in the real arena. I want to be accepted like well all other people. Im terrified at even the thought of rejection. This revere has eventually led to me purpose myself bowing down to ...