I think that writing fiction is a way of bringing everything about yourself out in the text. Conequently, both your interior and exterior worlds surface and clash. You are writing both your innternal and external autobiography; you are writing about your unconscious tendencies and your current, every-day waking life.
I think that J. G. Ballard's work is so pioneering because of this reason: his earlier fiction attempts to interrelate both the inner world of the psyche and the outer world of reality. He attempted to create landscapes where both the paintings of people like Dali fuse with the everyday normality occuring in the prevailing political events of whatever time in question.
My state of mind is constantly preoccupied with this dilemma. Fragments of dreams clash against the events in my life, and I'm left in a standstill which blurs what is normally deemed to be 'reality'. Reality is fiction and fiction is reality: I am left to a state where nothing is distinguishable, and where nothing is credible.
I think it's a mistake to think that a surrealist artist turns his back completely on 'reality'. The surrealist draws on the external world just as much as the interior world; his job is merely to make them converge. They are both synonymous, one isn't deemed to be 'superior' to the other. I think that this is what differentiates it from, say, social realism. I'm not criticising this genre, but overall it is far more single-tracked. It works on one level, and draws solely on the preoccupations of reality. Surrealism can work with the same themes as social realism, and it can implement them into a new unprecedented form. This 'unprecedented form' is a new landscape where interior and exterior worlds clash.