A Schizophrenic dream

Am I still dreaming? I seemed to have awoken long ago From a nightmare of a non-existent me A misty feeling of a bodiless soul Brooding over a past that now didn’t exist Anxious of a future that hadn’t come Step motherly treating a nubile present Endlessly blaming destiny for all that was to be Imagined a life without strife Like a comic book hero would I set things right Fantasizing of a fight between good and evil Childishly confused on which side I wanted to be The romantic fascination of God’s favorite archangel Or the devilish conniving persona of his archenemy A Dr. Jekyll by day and a Mr. Hyde by night A schizophrenic personality would I be