The Real Me Is Truth and Love

Call me crazy because I could be, I am not entirely sure, but it appears as though I am always talking to myself.  Inside my head there is this running dialogue between my one self and my other self?  When I ask myself a question, normally I respond with a answer or an I don't know but why I am asking questions in the first place?

As I sleep there is a part of me that remains awake and capable of hearing.  When I wake up in the mornings I can sometimes remember a dream I had while asleep.  If I am sleeping how can I hear my surroundings?  If I am sleeping then what conscious part of me lies awake observing the dream to report back to me in the morning?

Maybe there is a small part of me that never grows weary and is always awake and alert.  That self that I am constantly speaking to is perhaps my true self, the one who is always acting on my behalf even when I cannot bring myself to be the person I truly am.  My little light has to keep shining even if I live my life like a candle in the wind.