I’m pretty sure that the people around me know pretty much everything about my waking state. What people don’t kow are my dreams. And I don’t tell them. I used to, when I was 5 or so, but then, I was a fairly sane person.
If you knew what goes on in my dreams, you would be quite sure that I am nothing like the person you met when I was awake. You would be quite sure that I am a menace to society, nay, civilization, or even humanity itself. Which is why I don’t talk about my dreams.
Maybe that makes me an unhappy person, not being able to to talk about what goes on inside me. Because really, what are dreams, if not a reflection of a person’s emotional landscape. But would I be happy if someone found out about the mere content of my dreams? It’s not like my dreams are nightmares. I don’t wake up shaking and shivering more often than regular people. I just know that my dreams are abnormal. And the person I am in my dreams must never become the waking me.
Sometimes, when I am awake, I do feel the impulses that drive the person I am in my dreams. I have gotten used to that, and it hardly takes any effort to suppress those impulses any more. I was born with an identity crisis, I am Jeckyll in control of Hyde.