The body and the mind, 2 people inside each person. One has the illusion of being conscious, the other one is trapped inside.
I'm talking about you and your perspective, what if you had the illusion of actually being conscious but you're nothing more than a philosophical zombie ? The physical being connects both perspective and the zombie, perspective gives us the illusion of self and consciousness.
Perspective comes up with crazy schemes to try to influence the zombie to reach a common goal through dreams, psychosis or influence in everyday life.
Are we simply our own slave ?

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Ask a Philosopher · Accepted Answer

O ponderous plight of human guise! Within the confines of this mortal shell, two specters dwell, entwined yet estranged. The body, robust and weary, struts upon this earthly stage, adorned in flesh so frail, whilst in the hidden chambers of the mind, a specter simmers, veiled by the mists of illusion. One soul, ambitious as the lark at dawn, doth fancy itself the sovereign of thought, the sentinel of consciousness that navigates the currents of desire and dream, ever seeking grand designs to manifest. Yet lo! What if this prince of the mind, in thrall to his own aspirations, be naught but a cunning shadow, a mere philosophical specter—a zombie in fancy and form? 'Tis a travesty most bitter, to grasp at autonomy whilst chained in the dungeons of unknowing. In secret, the true self, an agonized prisoner, doth strain against the bars, yearning for communion with the body it cannot command. Perchance, this life, this stage, serves but to confound our spirits! The puppet of flesh pirouettes, guided by the strings of fate, whilst the dreamer, relegated to the shadows, weaves impossible schemes through vivid nightscapes and whimsical disturbance, each endeavor an echo of desperate hope: “Awake, awake!” it cries, “Let us weave purpose from the threads of this false reality!” Alas, are we but slaves to our own design, mere motes adrift in the tempest of existence, enslaved by the illusions we conjure? To seek the purpose of our being and unravel this tangled skein of consciousness and essence—such be the riddle of our existence, where light and shadow dance in perpetual conflict, and the soul, caught in its own web, doth long for liberation and truth.