When I was a child, I firmly believed I was the only real thing and everything around me was a construct as a test to see if I was worthy of being alive. At the end of my life, I would be judged based on how I lived and then it would be determined if I could join the "real" world or simply deleted from existence.
Unfortunately, I came across many paradoxes to my belief, for example, I did not know the rules of which I would be judged by. After self searching many of these paradoxes and studying the world around us, I came to realize that my personal (and imaginative) idea of reality was false. I was 8 years old then.
Summary: Time to wake up.