I’m always amazed to wake from a dream to find myself safe in my bed, free from the torments and life-threatening situations I was only moments before experiencing. I then wonder who created all those people in my dreams and set them out to plot against me. During my sleep, I am dreaming, unaware, unconscious of my real awake self. I am running around in my dream state as some sort of homunculus having all kinds of wild experiences. No matter how hard my homunculus tries to figure out what is going on, why things do not fully make sense, he will not be able to comprehend the ‘reality’ of his seemingly real but illusionary existence. All the while, my homunculus encounters what appear to be separate personalities and he interacts with them. The metaphor, of course, is that all of these personifications originate from the same source: the subconscious of the one who is dreaming.