Puppet

One night recently I dreamt about meeting a group of people who were aspects of one person's psyche. They represented polar opposites within his personality, such as kindness and cruelty. Altogether they operated as a committee, negotiating how he would conduct himself. I never actually met the individual. In fact his controllers worked together in a building and never saw him. He was a kind of a puppet that lived in another dimension. The committee members all had names, but the only one I knew was a Mr. Blakely, who seemed to be the chairperson (on his desk he had a small photograph of himself, signed with his name in beautiful cursive script). He sat and talked to me about their job. It was implied that everyone has a committee.