This morning

Did you never dream to be hand in hand with someone and when you wake-up you realize that this "someone" it was just in your dream? Is like that you can't understand it becouse it was so true. You held his hand. You were sure of it. But when you wake up your hand is just alone.
It's strange and incalculable the power of wipeout of reality.
How (and how much) can a dream influences your day?

I am

I'm something that is not here anymore.
I'm someone who is not here anymore.
I'm Michael Furey.
I'm Malcom's head.
I'm Septimus Warren Smith.
I'm an empty box of shadows.
I'm not me.