I was walking down the hall, more like a corridor; it was wide. The floor was gray and shiny, a light gray. My own footsteps echoed as I walked. Up ahead I heard voices. Just off the hall in a room, they were talking, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. As I got closer, I noticed that I recognized one of the voices. It was my voice, as I heard it in my own head. As I entered the room, I saw someone I didn't know and he was talking to me. I couldn't understand how. But there I was, sitting in a chair in a serious conversation with someone I didn't know and this version of myself was confident and it was obvious that the other person was hanging on every word. The other me, sitting, looked up and saw me standing there with little or no reaction, not surprised. All of a sudden, I felt panicked, realizing that some way somehow I had split apart from myself and there were two of me, neither being a clone. I couldn't figure out how to merge and become one, the one person, the one voice, the complete singularity. I was terrified. I awoke in a state of a duality of sorts, realizing that somewhere along the way I had lost myself and have been on a quest ever since to find the elusive truth that is split apart, yet permeates the universe in many times and places hitherto unknown.