Have any of you managed to work out if your dreams are truly you, or if the protagonist of your dreams is merely a figment of your memories, or imagination?
I had one where I harmed a child. Accidentally, but nonetheless, harmed a child. The idea is sickening, especially now that I have a daughter ... but it does help convince me that the man in my dreams was never truly me - that it's some fairytale me, some manifestation of insecurities and doubts.