Personal Story - Waking and Sleeping

I am constantly oppugn whether my perceptions and sensations ar accedeed or simply projections of my visual sensation. I prevail from a rare school where the distinction between my wakeful and sleeping life is non black and white; I gener completelyy describe it as two almost monovular shades of grey. I wealthy person full control and retrospection of my dreams, but lack the ground of keen when Im dreaming. Recently I take away realized that when Im dreaming, Im much less xenophobic to show my individual self, compared to when Im experiencing reality. I believe this is because Im not xenophobic to record myself the way I akin when I merchant ship be sure that I wont be able to be judged by other mountain.\nA challenging question arises from my illness can something that is imagined be real? more or less people believe that my illusions arent real, and prevail no substance of real life. To these people, I ask them whether they hasten a faith or religion that they believe in, and if they do, they are quite adamant that theyre dogma is real. They could believe that God could be anything; God could be a handful of soil, or a substance made of lunation 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 closely the power 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 alert or asleep and what is reality. just now 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 ingest self be trustworthy, without having to panic about whether the people around me will accept who I am.\nI become it hard to be myself in the real world. I want to be accepted like nearly all other people. Im terrified at as yet the thought of rejection. This fear has lastly led to me finding my self bandy down to ...