"Everyone carries a shadow," Jung wrote, "and the less it is embodied in the individual's conscious life, the blacker and denser it is." Jung also believed that "in spite of its function as a reservoir for human darkness—or perhaps because of this—the shadow is the seat of creativity."; so that for some, it may be, 'the dark side of his being, his sinister shadow...represents the true spirit of life as against the arid scholar'.
That being said: onto my dream.
I was in a room, at my parents house (though it wasn't a real room). It was sparse with furnishings, in fact, I noted none at all (though I wasn't looking, really). The dream was quick. My mother was standing near the only entrance to the room and I wasn't talking to anyone, though there were many people in the room. Suddenly, someone enters the room and begins a short conversation with my mother. As I peered closer, I realized that the person that had just entered was... me. Upon noticing her, my doppelganger cast a sideways look at me and smiled in a way that was nearly sinister - a glint in her eyes, as if she were up to no good.
All I could do was stare blankly with my mouth agape for a few moments. In those precious seconds, my other self made her excuses and then turned and ran back through the doorway. I climbed over my shock and took off after... myself, only to find that she was much faster, much more tricky than I.
I lost her, that clever clone.
