Had a bizarre dream about two nights ago where I was a criminal mastermind setting a trap for the annoying sleuth who was coming to capture me. I set up cunning traps in the place I knew he would go, and then left the area and waited for my inevitable success.
Unfortunately, I was the detective, and as I was stepping around, investigating this basement workshop/storage room, I started to feel a little deja vu. If you've never personally experienced what it's like to realize that you have multiple personalities while hunting down yourself and avoiding the traps you've set, I highly recommend it.
But that's not all. I realized that everything I'd seen was a hallucination of my insane mind, caused by a lack of oxygen due to me locking myself in a metal shipping container. Everything I'd seen (multiple days of setting up traps, as I mostly remembered my time as the bad guy) was a complex hallucination created by my oxygen starved brain. I couldn't remember why I was dying, or why I would do this to myself, but I can remember it was vitally important.
Suddenly, I was outside myself. Not an out of body experience, but I was never the man inside the shipping container. Although I knew it was me in there, I was also outside of the box, and Outside Me could hear Boxed Me muttering and talking to myself. No matter how close I got, I couldn't make out any words, and I knew that there was no way for me to get inside. If I left to get something, Boxed Me would die, but if I stayed here, he would die and I'd never know what he said. I leaned closer to the air holes, started to ask Boxed Me what was going on, when I woke up.