Narrator: How strange it feels to one day awaken to find that you feel haunted by yourself. Even more distressing comes the realization that I'm not at all certain which mirror represents the real me. Am I merely the incarnation of an admittedly dull business executive, and if so, how can my fantasy life exist within the sterile exterior? And, if I'm actually the wanton woman of my dreams, how can I bear my normal existence? Am I controlling my dreams, or do they control me?