There is nothing more to say, but I have become something that lives in fantasy and believes the dreams that he has created, he believes the notions that rage in the head, what if these dreams are true and not simply malignant machinations of the soul. What if there is a link between cognitive dreams and the mentally ill; what if dreams are the link, fantasy, we all live in fantasy, wanting to be someone else. I am someone else, when I sleep. I am, I am afraid, mentally ill, will a debilitating disease known as autism. This characteristically insane dimension of the brain has caused me to live a life of the mind, and I have shut myself out of many of the real world things that go on every day. If I don't see it, then it doesn't exist. I believe the dreams because they are the only things that my brain can readily process. I believe the dreams and even have emotions and subsequent memories that revolve around these memories. Odd, now I am afraid of falling too deep within this disease.