We are indeed creatures of the imagination, for it is all we have got, and is the only reality. When we relate to objects we are actually relating to images in our minds. When a man loves a woman, he is not in love with the woman herself, but with his picture of her. So, never think your lover has given themselves to you, for they have instead given themselves to desire, pleasure, and illusion. The enlightened man is different because he is in control of his imagination, so his imaginings are pure, and he is unattached to these imaginings.
Reality is just a part of it.
The rest would be the creativities, mine games, imaginations and fantasy. Vinoun is a place where I play around. So that I believe, in truth, That only the mountains, plains, rivers and woods Can know this life of mine Which is concealed from all others. But love comes always conversing with me, and I with Him. Time as thou knowst Reveals almost everything.