You might find this funny, but I had a dream, I consider it a nightmare but anyway, I was in a dark room, standing in front of a mirror with a heavily embroidered frame, and I noticed that the embroidery was people with masks on. In the mirror there was no reflection of myself just pitch black darkness. Then a moment later as I took one long hard into it, a person emerged, it was me but his face had scars and he looked like he had just been beaten badly, so beaten that I barely recognized that it was me. He looked at me and shook his head in disappointment, turned around (facing his back towards me) and walking away into the darkness, and these words were spoken into my head as if he were right next to me saying it..."We are so accustomed to disguising ourselves to others, that in the end we become disguised to ourselves" And when he finished saying those words (which are now burned and branded into my mind) The mirror cracked and shattered into pieces, and each reflection in each piece showed me who I became around different kinds of people, friends, girlfriend, family, work, etc. And I whispered, "where am I?" and at that exact moment, the real me grabbed me. And I woke up, sweating. I guess I'm afraid of forgetting who I really am.