"psychedelic" riddles

         
         
    it's clear; outside my window- it's always raining out there; sometimes visitors appear in my dream; so what then happens?- get a load of this neat "jacket" I wear(being guarded)-from "the outside- out there"- though only in my dreams sometimes my arms are free....        
         
    sometimes I treat my dreams like- they're not even dreams; sometimes, I treat my dreams like i'm- still "out there"- in that pit of despair most call "reality"; where treatment truly would be needed for one's psyche....        
         
  behind the veil is ugly; though we glamourize trauma on screens; I know where I am.... I'm wearing my jacket-and smile as if I'm actually happy....        
         
  this has to be a "simulated" psychiatric ward of some sort; if only i could get lit and do whatever(within reason) with the modern day "hippies" at least; consciously and subconsciously- I'm counting down the days that my "soul" from this....town and the....date of this body's release      
       
because this is how it is with....      
         
 mortality- cruel and unusual- this human body and its state of affairs....