My brain

I am not my brain. Sometimes I get confused or even tricked by my brain into thinking that I am my brain and only my brain, but I know now that that's not right. I am that which observes my brain. Last night I dreamed that I was floating in a dark cavern; it seemed like I was underwater in a strange way. Above and to the left a bit I saw my personality. It was like a ball made up of all kinds of things and I woud put it on like a set of clothes. I began to slowly take it apart and see what was there. As I worked on it I eventually realized there was nothing there. It was empty, unreal. I suspect yours is the same way.