'Personal Story - Waking and Sleeping'

'I am constantly call into question whether my perceptions and sensations are satisfying or apparently projections of my imagination. I carry from a antiquated condition where the mark between my wakeful and sleeping manners is not cutting and white; I generally pick out it as two almost identical shades of grey. I have sound control and reposition of my dreams, but neglect the understanding of intentional when Im dreaming. Recently I have veritableized that when Im dreaming, Im much little horror-stricken to cross-file my individual egotism, compared to when Im experiencing naive realism. I remember this is because Im not afraid to express myself the course I handle when I digest be trustworthy that I wont be able to be judged by an separate(prenominal) people.\nA mind-provoking question arises from my unhealthiness can something that is imagined be real? well-nigh people bank that my illusions arent real, and carry no subject of real life. To the se people, I expect them whether they have a faith or religion that they bank in, and if they do, they are sort of adamant that theyre teaching is real. They could believe that theology could be anything; theology could be a handful of soil, or a substance made of corn liquor and hope, and if the person who held this notion usurps this as fact, indeed to that person it would be as real as the sunbathe in the sky. This is what amazes me to the highest degree the power of imagination. The judgement has the power to take on what it sees, not the eyes. I used to be afraid of my unhealthiness - not crafty when Im awake or asleep and what is reality. plainly lately I have changed my learning ability on how I view my difference, as my imagination allows me to freely be who I necessitate to be; myself, unto thine own self be line up, without having to panic near whether the people well-nigh me will accept who I am.\nI find it impenetrable to be myself in the real human. I want to be veritable like more or less all other people. Im terrified at even the thought of rejection. This fear has in the end led to me conclusion myself bowing eat to ...'