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n. pl. un·re·al·i·ties
1. The quality or state of being unreal.
2. Something unreal, insubstantial, or imaginary.
3. A lack of ability to deal with reality.


1. the quality or state of being unreal, fanciful, or impractical
2. something that is unreal


(ˌʌn riˈæl ɪ ti)

n., pl. -ties.
1. lack of reality; quality of being unreal.
2. something that is unreal, invalid, imaginary, or illusory.
3. incompetence or impracticality.
ThesaurusAntonymsRelated WordsSynonymsLegend:
Noun1.unreality - the quality possessed by something that is unrealunreality - the quality possessed by something that is unreal
incorporeality, immateriality - the quality of not being physical; not consisting of matter
reality - the quality possessed by something that is real
2.unreality - the state of being insubstantial or imaginaryunreality - the state of being insubstantial or imaginary; not existing objectively or in fact
nonentity, nonexistence - the state of not existing
cloud - out of touch with reality; "his head was in the clouds"
falseness, falsity - the state of being false or untrue; "argument could not determine its truth or falsity"
realness, realism, reality - the state of being actual or real; "the reality of his situation slowly dawned on him"
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[ˈʌnrɪˈælɪtɪ] Nirrealidad f


nUnwirklichkeit f; there is an air of unreality about ites hat etwas Unwirkliches an sich; extreme exhaustion gives a feeling of unrealityextreme Erschöpfung lässt alles unwirklich erscheinen; the unreality of the characters’ emotionsdie Unnatürlichkeit or Unechtheit der Gefühle der Personen


[ˌʌnrɪˈælɪtɪ] nirrealtà


(anˈriəl) adjective
not existing in fact. He lives in an unreal world imagined by himself.
ˌunreˈality (anriˈӕ-) noun
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I suspect that the large, mild boy, the son of a neighboring farmer, who mainly shared our games, had but a dim notion of what I meant by my strange people, but I did my best to enlighten him, and he helped me make a dream out of my life, and did his best to dwell in the region of unrealities where I preferably had my being; he was from time to time a Moor when I think he would rather have been a Mingo.
His richly philosophical intellect was not at any time affected by unrealities. To the substances of terror he was sufficiently alive, but of its shadows he had no apprehension.
Among the day's unrealities would be roads where the bright red vines were looped and garlanded together on trees for many miles; woods of olives; white villages and towns on hill-sides, lovely without, but frightful in their dirt and poverty within; crosses by the way; deep blue lakes with fairy islands, and clustering boats with awnings of bright colours and sails of beautiful forms; vast piles of building mouldering to dust; hanging-gardens where the weeds had grown so strong that their stems, like wedges driven home, had split the arch and rent the wall; stone-terraced lanes, with the lizards running into and out of every chink; beggars of all sorts everywhere: pitiful, picturesque, hungry, merry; children beggars and aged beggars.