It kinda sounds like I skipped over section 2 and landed squarely in section 3. My mind dwells on the good and evil in my soul for about 70% of the day and while this locomotive is charging through the deepest part of my imagination, I'm not getting anything done and not living life (or working for that matter). The perpetual movie that is my imagination has taken over my life, allowing me to experience the strange and vivid places that I wander off to, but not allowing me to keep a foothold in reality. I believe that this is either the first or second step to insanity, and if I don't reign my mind in soon, I'll find myself in a very bouncy room before long... Or I can stop reading those damned Stephen King books. They're warping my mind.