I just woke from a forgotten dream and saw everything differently. I realized my apathy, my moroseness, my perversity, my many flaws. Bizarre. Does a “retarded” person realize they are “retarded?” Do we live in a cocoon of self-delusion, never realizing what we are, how others see us, whatever truths there may be about ourselves? As I returned to wakefulness, I began to lose this thread of thought, but am struggling now to voice it. If this means anything to anyone out there, please help me, I need to figure this out.