I'm never aware of it , it just happens when i'm sleeping and i'm adopting another shape and name. There is a vague and uncertain memory of distant and half illuminated roofs and trees , the sun always dies in the purple and scarlet tomb and the people always address to me in a familiar and echoing tone , but everything fades away in the morning , and in the other form i'm heavier and slower and i repent of many things and i wish a lot of things that dissappear when i try to reach them.But theres always another night full of visions , forgetfulness and the other "I" thet never dies, he just sleeps when i'm awake and it's wide awake when im sleeping.................