Somehow becoming the art.

When I think of a story that I might be writing, especially one that is so radically different from reality, I wonder how much of myself I tend to imagine into the story.  I am sure there is probably some sort of detachment psychology that could describe my methods as I often see myself very separate from what is actually going on around me, and that I am somehow living out this disconnection I often feel in my methods for story writing.  It might even partially fulfill my dissociation through the mere imagination of such stories.  Yet, regardless of any personal implications, I think I often imagine myself in the shoes of whatever character I might be writing at the time.  Is there any other way to do it?

Perhaps this is how I can attempt to draw a human connection to things which may not ostensibly be of a human heritage.  This may be the only true link to any observer of the story in the first place.  If a reader can not find a link between themselves and any characters in the story I am sure it would be largely uninteresting as a whole.  Certainly the setting of life, in a world of some type or other, might be an adequate basis for generating that connection but I wonder if it can give enough grounding beyond the superficial?

Soon... I need to return to my writing endeavors.  I need to explore the space which has partially unfolded to my mind's eye.