Myself - one day. The real me -- the soul that hides behind this external third dimensional body. And everyone else too. Have you ever thought to realize that every person you see every day in your life has a history behind him or her. What would happen if we took in their history just for a minute in time. Or do we know everything about everyone already but just don't realize it? Beats me -- but maybe one day this me that is typing this will meet the other me that sits above me and just laughs at the weird ass person that I am.